Arrrghhh! We are fast approaching the on-campus week of our spring D Min classes. You have to have handed in all the assignments that were due before the on-campus session, and I admit that with everything going on, I have had no heart for wrestling with theologico-political theoretical philosophic issues. I can hardly recall the books we were required to read much less write cogently about some topic during which I compare one writer's perspective with another. I already had to hand in one paper late, and now I will not be able to hand in the last paper anywhere close to on time.
It is so rare that I have to delay a deadline, but in this case, it is quite understandable. My professors have been most gracious. Still, I do not want this hanging over my head during Mom's services. I need to be free to be fully present for family and friends. So I slog through the requirements, aware that this is not my best effort, but willing to take second best. In the grand scheme of things, a mere drop in the bucket. Besides, my sister is going ahead with her garage sale (most of which is Mom's stuff which was removed from the house so that it could be sold) next week, as if we didn't have enough on our plates.
My first attempt got me about a quarter of the way through. Second day of work, about a third of the way. Two more days, I revamped what I had, realizing it was poor quality in need of help. So now I have a semi solid foundation that just needs fleshing out. I pray. The words come with great difficulty and challenge. I feel like I am eking out some monumental statue from hard granite. Come on. Let me nail words down to a sheet of paper. Cooperate already. And slowly, things settle down until I am comfortable enough in the paper that I can submit it. All will be well and all will be well. Now I am free to engage with the important stuff.
It is so rare that I have to delay a deadline, but in this case, it is quite understandable. My professors have been most gracious. Still, I do not want this hanging over my head during Mom's services. I need to be free to be fully present for family and friends. So I slog through the requirements, aware that this is not my best effort, but willing to take second best. In the grand scheme of things, a mere drop in the bucket. Besides, my sister is going ahead with her garage sale (most of which is Mom's stuff which was removed from the house so that it could be sold) next week, as if we didn't have enough on our plates.
My first attempt got me about a quarter of the way through. Second day of work, about a third of the way. Two more days, I revamped what I had, realizing it was poor quality in need of help. So now I have a semi solid foundation that just needs fleshing out. I pray. The words come with great difficulty and challenge. I feel like I am eking out some monumental statue from hard granite. Come on. Let me nail words down to a sheet of paper. Cooperate already. And slowly, things settle down until I am comfortable enough in the paper that I can submit it. All will be well and all will be well. Now I am free to engage with the important stuff.
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