Being forced to take a break
- Cable TV is not as good as I sometimes remember it. And I don't have TLC, which makes me sad.
- The people in the conference that I am attending (I'm eating meals with my peeps here) are in a totally different subculture of this society than me, that I've never really seen or experienced. Also in a totally different subculture is the competitive cheerleading squad sharing a hotel with us. All I can say is, wow, I never knew that people like this existed in real life.
- I can no longer underestimate the capacity of grading I can get done when stuck in a single room with a very comfy bed and hours of crime dramas at my disposal.
- I miss my family. I mean of course I do.
So honestly, I haven't made much of a spiritual journey so far this weekend. I didn't want to waste the time, so I cranked out a class of research papers yesterday, and I feel good about that. But I know that I should do some actual prayer, reading and reflection. And I will. And I wanted you to know. Please pray for me for the next 24 hours: not because I'm lonely, but that God would use this forced break (that He has obviously ordained) for His purpose and His glory. Thanks, y'all. :)
P.S. Oh, and yes, Dad and Adam, I will make sure that I visit Colonial Williamsburg while I'm here - I'll go this afternoon. :)