7.23.2008

i see the world on His shoulders, and my easy load

I've got so much coming up with the end of the term and the start of the fall session. I've got the ethics portion of the bar (early August), the final for my second session class (mid August) and my paper (25 pages--I've never written that much all in one go) is due when my prof gets back from Austria (late August). Oh, and then fall term starts, and 17 hours along with it. Not to mention meeting the deadline for applying for the bar, and on-campus interviewing. Oh, and then the bar, and then trying to get a job to pay back the ridiculous debt I've accrued.

But it's summer. And my memories of lazy summers in Wisconsin float back to me. So I snatch moments at random:
bare feet on warm concrete as the sun is setting in the broad Texas sky
the smell of burning charcoal, red meat and chlorine
screams of encouragement as my bat connects with the ball
the way my heart swells in contentment when my husband lets loose and does something completely goofy, because I know his heart safely trusts in me.

And the music of Nichole Nordeman, who is the voice of my muse, if ever I had one:

"We stutter, and we stammer til You say us, a symphony of chaos til You play us, phrases on the pages of unknown, til You read us into poetry and prose"

1 comment:

Bethany Patchin said...

this is beautiful!

7.23.2008

i see the world on His shoulders, and my easy load

I've got so much coming up with the end of the term and the start of the fall session. I've got the ethics portion of the bar (early August), the final for my second session class (mid August) and my paper (25 pages--I've never written that much all in one go) is due when my prof gets back from Austria (late August). Oh, and then fall term starts, and 17 hours along with it. Not to mention meeting the deadline for applying for the bar, and on-campus interviewing. Oh, and then the bar, and then trying to get a job to pay back the ridiculous debt I've accrued.

But it's summer. And my memories of lazy summers in Wisconsin float back to me. So I snatch moments at random:
bare feet on warm concrete as the sun is setting in the broad Texas sky
the smell of burning charcoal, red meat and chlorine
screams of encouragement as my bat connects with the ball
the way my heart swells in contentment when my husband lets loose and does something completely goofy, because I know his heart safely trusts in me.

And the music of Nichole Nordeman, who is the voice of my muse, if ever I had one:

"We stutter, and we stammer til You say us, a symphony of chaos til You play us, phrases on the pages of unknown, til You read us into poetry and prose"

1 comment:

Bethany Patchin said...

this is beautiful!