In the end it always ends up here

Well, it's almost over. In my mind it is over but in reality I still have two more classes to go. But it's almost over. COD that is. The weird thing is that it seemed to go so fast and despite myself I actually enjoyed most of what was and is and will be COD. Also strange was the fact that it seemed like three different school years rolled into one. The first part was when it seemed like everyone was at cod (coughnotmoodycough) and I have to say I have never had so much fun in any college class as I did in Colleen's class. This term however, I was mostly by myself save for those random times in the hall when I saw Allison and that one time I skipped ed psych to go get pizza like the old days. But all in all, this year has been good. God has been faithful. It seems like every year I go through brings more and more change, and for me that sucks. But, such is life.

When I was 18 and first starting college I though that 22 wouldbe a great year to get married or at the very least be engaged. But as I approach year two one I'm not so sure. Thinking about marriage hurts my head so I have decided to stop thinking about it until I'm out of school.

Instead of moody you should all come to NCC. Or at least some of you should.

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Sometimes a light surprises, The Christian while he sings
It is the Lord who rises, With healing in His wings
When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining, To cheer is after rain

In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God‚s salvation, And find it ever new
Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say
Let the unknown tomorrow, Bring with it what it may

Tomorrow can bring us nothing, But He will bear us through
Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too
Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed
And He who feeds the ravens, Will give His children bread

Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit should bear
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks or herds be there
Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice
For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice!
For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice!