Life gets hard

Life gets hard.

If someone told me that when I was 5 I would have laughed and went and jumped on my bed or something.

If someone had told me that when I was 15 I would have said something like, "yeah, you try living through middle school."

Now that I'm realizing that life actually does get hard, and stress can sometimes overtake you to where you are acting very rudely to even those closest to you, I'm so thankful for my God.

Today, a large change happened.  I had to move in with my roommate again for the school year.  I love my roommate, but he has to get up for work at 7, which means he'll go to sleep at around 11 at the latest.  Me on the other hand, I go to sleep at about 11 at the earliest.  This will be interesting.

Another new change is coming.  In a week and a half I start student teaching.  To add to that stress, I have another placement.  This means that I will be in an elementary school for the morning and a middle school for the afternoons.  And that's just the first half of my placement.  For the second half, I will be at Lincoln High School actually doing what I want to do; upper level music.

And to top it all off, add this to the stress pile; a job where I'm expected to essentially be a manager with more hours than I could ever want to work.

All of this stress has shaken me pretty solidly.  However, this afternoon, I sat down and prayed harder than I've ever prayed.  God answered me right away--not with some crazy James Earl Jones esque  voice--but with an overwhelming sense of calm that says, it's going to be ok.

Yeah.  It's going to be ok.