hope is the feeling you have that the feeling you have isn't permanent (jean kerr)....hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out (vaclav havel)....now, Lord, what do i look for? my hope is in you (ps39:7).
4.23.2003
“how bad do you want it?” the question came to me while i was rounding the last corner of my run. i’m restless lately, so restless; maybe that why running has been so easy for me these past weeks. i feel like i’m doing something when i run. i’m getting somewhere. i’m making myself healthier, making my heart pump and my muscles work, spreading oxygen through my body. and when i get back to my room, the sweat beading on my forehead tells me i’ve accomplished something. but yesterday’s to-do list is still staring me in the face, full of tedious details that don’t feel worth my effort. i know on some level that time is never wasted, that this space of dead air between today and graduation must have a purpose. maybe i simply need to learn how to wait. the truth is that i do have goals that i could pursue right here, right now, if i really wanted to. i want to be a doctor, and i want to build relationships, and those two things are pretty stagnant in my life right now...they're waiting, waiting, waiting for the big move... but i do want to know God more. and in the absence of academic and relational pursuits, i can't let myself forget about that. how much do i really want Him? how important is it that i grab all the time i can get and spend it where it counts? how faithful am i with the time i'm given? i'm hoping for so much, but all i really have is today. and who cares what kind of degree i have or how many people think i'm nice or friendly or cute if there's not enough room in my soul for me to really care about them? i want to be more transparent, to have enough courage to be honest, to be a girl who keeps her word. i want to be able to give a genuine smile and to ask questions that i mean. i haven't been seizing the day as much with these pursuits, probably because it really sucks to admit that i'm not as genuine as i want to be sometimes. i let fear trip me up. a whole lot. i care too much about unimportant things and not enough about important ones. i don't have a choice about being in this waiting room. but while i'm here, i need to make sure that the time still counts for something.
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