Killing Giants

We had fun tonight. It was the first night of the last RUSH week of my Greek life. We always do this recital and perform all sorts of crazy songs, some serious, most of them not.

I'm feeling more comfortable in my recent decisions. I still have a few doubts and unexpected attacks, but that's normal I guess. I'm ready for the fight. I'm trying to look forward to the horizon, to make plans and think positively about what I'm going to experience. I'm also trying to prepare my heart for the seperation and the distance of me from all I feel comfortable with and understand. This isn't like going on the mission field for a year. I'm leaving and if I ever did come back, no one else would be here and nothing would be the same. I don't know. I just had all of these great expectations and now they're not happening. Other great things are definitely happening that I will love, but... I don't know what I'm trying to say. I speak as if I'm so certain. I don't even know if I'll get the job. I don't know if I'll survive the next day. I do know, however, that there are better things to do with my time than to worry about tomorrow.

I tell you what though. I keep seeing all of these parallels to the Biblical David in my life. He's the guy I can relate with the most. He was always the small one who by the grace of God achieved great things and surprised everyone around him. He understood the soulful principles of music and recognized beauty where it could be seen. He was a fighter, but he also spent time running away and hiding. He was a leader, and an unlikely one at that. He did stupid stuff to get women's attention. He and I, we have a lot in common. I mean I'm no king, but I understand this man and where he came from.

Well... not much else to say. I hope I make it through tomorrow. It's going to be pretty cold in the morning and I have to work outside. I don't know what this means for my hands, but it can't be good. Peace and love.