Jesus drinks wine. Amen.I chuckled to myself as I picked up the magnet pondering how on earth it got to my desk chair, but then I read it: PEACE. I wanted to pocket it rather than returning it to the fridge.
Cry when you give blood.
Sister rejoice and embrace hope.
One red fish.
At the end of the semester, peace is in short supply and high demand. Even though I still have another year, every day is a day closer to graduation and I have no idea what I'm going after that. Every wedding invitation I receive in the mail leaves me pensive about my own someday. That all is if I live through the rest of this semester. Two more weeks of papers, presentations, and finals before a 16-hour drive home that makes me leap back into my homelife at full speed. Will I be healthy by then or is this not a cold? What internship will I be doing this summer? How will that go? Will my horse with the Kentucky Derby?
Big questions + little questions = lots of questions
But ultimately, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who put the peace piece on my desk either because it was a God-send and I needed it.