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Sunday, February 28, 2010

just call me george bailey

"You want the moon? Just say the word I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down!"
-George Bailey, It's a Wonderful Life

This weekend I received an e-mail from my Directors professor, Robert Hoskins. It read:

"IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE is now available on Blackboard. Enjoy!"

Isn't that nice? In the midst of midterms, and stressing about graduation, my homework is to simply watch (and be reminded that...) It's a Wonderful Life.

Lately I have been really discouraged. Really discouraged. The past few weeks I feel as though I've taken hit after hit. There is no reason for it, but it's the truth. I just start thinking about the future, and the pile of what I have in order seems microscopic in comparison to the things that I do not have in order.

But, between not being able to keep any money in the bank, skipping out on schoolwork, letting my friends down, not connecting with my sister, and carrying a general air of frazzeledness, it's still such a wonderful life.

I know this because it seems that whenever I am strongly discouraged, encouragement comes from the wildest places. My dear friend in Boston wrote me a letter just to tell me how much she loves me. Another girlfriend, who I haven't heard from since Januarary, texted me along those same lines.

This weekend I was privileged enough to spend time retreating with two organizations at JMU that are very close to my heart: Into Hymn and Sigma Alpha Omega.

It was such a (you guessed it) wonderful time. I kept silent, sometimes, reflecting. All I could think about was how blessed I was to have so many sisters to spend time and giggle with. If you had told me the wonderful friends I would make as a senior in college when I was a senior in high school, I think I would have been a lot less worried about the future.

Thankfully, I was also able to spend a few moments reenergizing at home. My mom took one look at me and said, "You didn't get much sleep last night did you?"

"No," I replied. How are moms always able to pick up on things like that? It has never ceased to amaze me. Regardless, it was true, I haven't gotten much sleep since spring semester started. I guess it was written on the dark "shopping bags" under my eyes. She made me take a fifteen minute nap before I could hit the road again.

That was what this weekend was about. Reconnecting, reengergizing, refocusing and resting before I begin to tackle "project graduation" with more vigor than ever.

So, the key the next few weeks? Remembering that God has carried me this far. That there is no room for fear in God's plan. Most importantly, that with and through Him, in all things, it really is a wonderful life.

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