Waiting

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

-Dale Carnegie

That’s certainly an encouraging quote for me. It’s been over five years now since I was plunged into higher education as a scrawny and insecure home-schooled seventeen-year-old, and it’s been an interesting journey. I’ve finally been accepted into the medical school of my choice, and on some mighty slim chances. So many months of worrying whether I was sufficient: months of praying and waiting. However, my acceptance was not to be the end of my waiting. The school put me on their waitlist for the coming year. I may yet be accepted, even till the day before classes start, so...more waiting...and hoping. I’ve been waiting since January, hoping they’ll let me in this year. If not: more waiting.

“Here I am, Lord, prepare me...” ...famous last words. Ah, but the kiln is expected to burn.

Life is more than waiting and poverty, though. “Everything I really need I already have.” It’s not like every situation is easy, who in their right mind would expect that? No, it’s the beauty that passes in a fleeting moment that can awaken the awe of eternity in my heart. A simple, loving glance from my wife, a smile from our eight-month-old, a spring breeze, a hug from Boppa, playing a word game with my mom, Dawson’s extremely corny jokes (“what does a Japanese dove say when he’s on drugs? ...haiku” ...so dumb), a moment of playing with a sword in the woods like a seven-year-old, grass between my disfigured toes, or just nice coffee with Andrew, Carlos, and John Mark (hint, hint). The list is endless. It seems like life is just a teetering between highs and lows, and through it all God brings me to a place closer to Him.

Who knows.

If you actually read all of that, thanks for just listening to me encouraging myself.

In other news, Becca is almost done with her semester (oh, so glad), Arwen is cuter than ever, and we all had an enjoyable, but short visit from Sheena and Ryan. My dad went out to hunt for mushrooms yesterday. While he was gone our neighbor brought us a boatload of them already battered and fried (and, oh where they tasty). Dad came home with one mushroom (I chuckle aloud), only to find us feasting on fried morels.

Anyhow...bye.