Getting to Know Time

I found a little time just now. It was sitting on the couch staring at me as my eyes glazed over from watching time creep by on the computer screen. Suddenly I spotted it though – it was waving to me, already turning its back and heading out the door. Time has a way of sneaking past usually, and you only recognize that it was there after the moment has passed. But this time I caught it before it got away from me.

But what to do with this time that I’ve captured? I really have nothing to say. The simple act of rambling is in itself a luxury this week. School has started, and I have to admit that I never expected grad school to be quite so hard. Yes, it’s not for the faint of heart. Yes, it has to be tough or everyone would do it. But I have no idea how anyone manages to keep a job (especially a full time job) and take two classes at once. I am just barely wedging in time to write this, and am beginning to feel guilty that I’m not currently stuck with my nose in a textbook.

But the bliss of learning – ahhh it’s sweet! To sit in a classroom and discuss what I had originally thought only I was interested in. That’s not something to take lightly. Finding like-minded people is something to be cherished. Sure, they may not see Maya Angelou’s words quite the way I do, but it’s nice to be able to talk about those words – to pry them open and pull out the meaty bits. Most of the time I am left in awe by the intelligence of others, and also left wondering how I can soak up some of their brilliance. Perhaps by osmosis I can lean over to one of them and just slightly brush against their sleeve. Will that help? No, I quickly forget about that idea, bowing my head. I pray. I pray. I pray…asking God to lean over and brush off on me instead.


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