“Hello, there! It’s good to see you this morning!” My teacher greets me with a warm handshake. As I walk into class, the warmth I felt inside me while praying builds. I park in the lot across from the seminary building, jump out of the pickup, trot across the street, and scurry into the building.Ħ:58 a.m. I glide through the traffic signals-nothing but green lights.Ħ:56 a.m. The cab is still cold, but I’m warmer now-at least inside-and my mind is calm.Ħ:52 a.m. Sitting in the cab of the shivering truck, I pray for health, for success in my classes and sports, for the Spirit to be with me, to be kind to everyone I encounter. I close my eyes, fold my arms, and bow my head. I sit in the cold cab of my grumpy old truck, the engine shuddering. What if they fall off this afternoon after the sixth 200-meter sprint? Would the coaches still make me run the other two?Ħ:48 a.m. My aching legs complain all the way to the truck. How do I go to work and tell them I want to quit? Do I want to quit?Ħ:45 a.m. How do you say, “I can’t take my test today because my German skills slept in,” in German?Ħ:41 a.m. I stumble out of bed and head for the shower.Ħ:35 a.m. There’s nothing more difficult than getting out of a warm bed-so, why did I take seminary at seven? Buzzzzzzzz! Smack! I hit the off switch of the second alarm clock. But what if I don’t think it’s so great? Has anybody ever died trying to get out of bed? I think I just might be the first. …Ħ:30 a.m. That English paper is due tomorrow-500 words on The Great Gatsby. Beep! Beep!-Wham! Will Chad’s store hire me if I quit my current job? Isn’t there a permanent record of employment or something? I’m so tired. …Ħ:21 a.m. Chad wants me to quit my job and apply where he works. …Ħ:12 a.m. I have to run eight 200-meter sprints in track today. Beep! Beep!-Thud! Seminary starts at seven. I have to stock shelves at work tonight. …Ħ:03 a.m. Is it always this foggy in here? I have a German test today. I try to open my impossibly heavy eyelids. Beep! Beep! Beep! Shocked back into consciousness, I hit snooze again. What happened to the rivers? I try to resume flight, but to no avail. …ĥ:54 a.m. I barricade myself under blankets and drift back to sleep. Beep! Beep! Beep! I’m jolted awake, and a frantic hand shoots out of my cocoon of blankets to hit snooze on my first alarm clock. I’m flying through crisp air over lush, green forests and endless rivers, everything peaceful all around.ĥ:45 a.m.
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