Just a Thursday

I looked out the window and there was a lake instead of a parking lot.

I was studying for a test while sipping tea and somehow I found myself waking up for a nap.

I wish for a warm kitchen and time to bake a few pies.

I'm wearing my new favorite black jacket because the air is chilly.

My feet dodge puddles of red mud when trekking across the parking lot.

It's hard to see the hills because the fog hides them.

If I were home there would pans of cornbread to make to go with a big pot of chili. I would read books while sniffing burning candles and I would be sitting next to the wood stove.

I'm not home...I'm here right now in a rather cloudy chilly SD. Today I study for a big test, the second big test of the week. I will go to bed late and I will not have time to make supper.

So maybe it doesn't sound as nice as it could be, but well I'm right here where God would like me, thus right now life is pretty good. Maybe this week wasn't the most fun of times, but oh the grace was plentiful and it turned the most awfullest of times into something very wonderful.

Now I must stop writing and go walk in this dreary weather to cram theology facts into my head.