| | Today is one of those days when I just want to walk out and fling my arms around the world. The humidity is high and it's as if the air is wrapping its arms around me. To some people it may be stifling, to my hair it may be an invitation to expand, but I think it's lovely.
This morning I took the final exam that signifies the end of French 101. I think it went alright. Even if it didn't, I know I'm learning, and I love that rare feeling I get when I'm randomly happy just to be learning for the sake of it.
(the only negative note is that I woke up 3 or 4 times last night with French dilemmas in my head. gah.)
And my mother sent me a package, and it had ugly comfortable shoes (which I'm in need of because my feet are cut in about 5 different places because of my flipflops - I can't seem to find a comfortable, non-cutting pair) and notepads because I was running out, and laundry quarters, and a new starbucks water bottle. I love (j'adore) packages more than ... well, more than most things besides actually seeing the person who sends them. Sunshine in a box.
"The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God
withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but joy, pleasure, and
merriment, He has scattered broadcast.
We are never safe, but we have plenty of fun, and some ecstasy.
It is not hard to see why. The security we crave would teach us to rest
our hearts in this world and oppose an obstacle to our return to God:
a few
moments of happy love, a landscape, a symphony, a merry meeting with our
friends, a bathe or a football match, have no such tendency. Our Father refreshes us on the journey with
some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for
home."
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| | Posted 6/25/2007 2:49 PM
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