Yeah, that title is redundant, but it's an accurate reflection of the last two weeks. I've been finishing a dissertation chapter, prepping to teach a class of 165 students, getting used to a radically different and time-intensive church calling and trying to remind myself to breath.
Thanks to several of these things (which are all blessings by the way) and a few extra not-so-fun things I woke up really out of sorts today and a bit taken aback that I would need to face 165 undergrads who didn't really want to be in my class and somehow make history interesting for them (while simultaneously scaring off the perma-slackers) - honestly I wasn't sure I could do it.
Just as I was starting to freak out a little I got a short but sweet text from my Mom, who is being particularly heroic herself these days, and I remembered some supportive things my Grandma said to me last night on the phone. They made me think, "Yeah, I can do this."
Then for the last hour I've been fielding finicky start-of-the-semester e-mails and was once again overwhelmed. Hoping for a virtual breath of fresh air, I got on a friend's blog only to discover that she said some really nice things about me.
Plus I had super-positive texts from Tracy and another friend which kept the day going as well.
They always say Heavenly Father doesn't give you more than you can handle, and that's true, but only because I think He also gives you people to help you handle it.
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And every word was true! Plus so many other things that I didn't have time to say.
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