Two Years
First time in two years that I’ve legitimately written a paper. Part of me has missed it. Another part of me forgot the grind that usually comes with it. It’s a bittersweet kind of feeling.
First time in two years that I’ve legitimately written a paper. Part of me has missed it. Another part of me forgot the grind that usually comes with it. It’s a bittersweet kind of feeling.
Beautiful, beautiful song.

Ben Gordon. Has that beautiful arc on his shot every time. Follows through high.

J.J. Redick. Picture perfect form. Has really turned himself into a baller in the league.

Stephen Curry. One of the smoothest players around with the most effortless stroke.

And of course, how could you forget? Ray Allen. NBA’s All-Time Leader in 3PT Field Goals made.
I’m on the One-And-Done plan.
Timing is everything. A timely cut. A timely pass. A timely shot. A timely moment. Often though, timing is beyond our hands. We can plan, or hope as we will, but the perfect timing will come when it does. It is beyond our control.
Lately I’ve been haunted by a question. I’ll be lying on my bed, trying to fall asleep, rushing to class after leaving my room a few minutes too late, or trying to come to terms with the fact that I’ll be done with my freshman year in a little over a month. And then, without fail, two words will…
That awkward moment when you wake up before all your roommates, go take care of all that you need to take care of in the morning, eat breakfast in the dining halls and come back and the entire apartment is still tucked in and sleeping….Lol….
“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us”
Oh, how I wish I could embrace you and write all night long. But sadly, this isn’t freshman year anymore. We’ve all got responsibilities in the morning that require cognitive functioning.
“Take my fret, take my fear
All I have, I’m leaving here
Be all my hopes, be all my dreams
Be all my delights, be my everything”
So that when all the fluff is washed over, it’s only You and me. Just You and me. I’m learning a little bit more each day how badly my soul needs You, Lord.