Soon I will take the last loads of stuff to the car, the stuff from the fridge and freezer. Soon I will drive back along the mountains, back to DC, to my seminary apartment. Soon I will enter the rush of the last 3 weeks of seminary, projects in process coming to completion.
I will try not to think of how I wish it was a different time I was driving back to seminary: 2 weeks ago, with Thanksgiving still to come, or just after fall reading week with beautiful leaves all around. I am looking forward to what I'll learn in these last 3 weeks, and the tasks are doable. But this term has been so full of riches, and I don't want it to end.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, and now it is over. Sigh.
And yes, I go through this every year, no matter what I am facing the Monday after Thanksgiving. I am grateful that I am not returning to the work of hurricane recovery, as we did in 2017 and 2018. I am grateful I am not returning to accreditation work, as I did in 2016. I am thinking of 2019, when the world was about to fall out from under us, but we didn't know it yet--I hope we're not at a similar hinge this year.
I am grateful for the goodness that life holds now. Let me remember that gratitude as I go forward.
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