Whisked Away

It's November 22nd and it feels like September 3rd.
It's a balmy 65 degrees out and the wind has just come to a hush.
I wait in anticipation for the gusts to come billowing towards me again, making the water on the lake dance and shimmer.
My hair tickles my neck and I'm thankful for it.
Even though I was just complaining about it being far too long merely 3 minutes previous.
I just got a glimpse of the Heaven's scenery as the bronze colored leaves were whisked together to form an inappropriately timed autumn tornado.
I mean it's almost December for goodness' sake!

The leaves died down only to get sucked back into the sky as though they were unashamedly running towards their creator.
What a beautiful example.

My friend sits across from me, eyes fixed on her work, critically scrutinizing the ins and outs her her latest assignment.
Who would have thought University could make one so careful and conscientious for 5 days and indescribably irresponsible and idiotic for the remaining two?
It's the Jekyll and Hide phenomenon of college, I suppose.

With only 2 short days left until I return to my home, which, as much as I am still fervently loyal to 57 Berlin Road, is becoming a center of joy, I have to take a step back and look at how far I have come.

Or rather, how far God has taken me.
And as I think about the things I have learned, the work I have done and the friendships I am forming, I'm amazed.  Not at the capability of God, but at the grace of God.  I don't deserve any of this, because He would be glorified without my existence. But He loves me.  And it's beautiful.