Sorry for not putting an entry up last week.  We were on fall break and had no classes on Friday, so I left on Thursday and decided to combine these last two weeks into one entry.  But more about fall break later…

 When I asked my friends how they felt about last week, most of them said it seemed to drag on.  I guess that was because the promise of fall break was so close.  I thought, however, that the week went by very quickly. 

 On Tuesday, we had Spirit Night at the Chick-fil-A in Clayton.  The president of the sophomore class works there, so we were able to pretty much take over the whole restaurant. The managers even let a couple of TFC staff members work behind the counter.  Outside of the restaurant underneath a tent, people played a beanbag game and spun a wheel for Chick-fil-A prizes.  On the way back to campus, something pretty cool happened.  I was riding with my friends Katie, Meg, and Quintin and we heard the sounder for the ticket window on 104.7 The Fish.  Katie and I both dialed the number on our phones, but she handed hers to me when it actually started ringing.  Sure enough, we won tickets to a Stephen Curtis Chapman concert this Saturday.  This was huge to us because, being college kids, we have no money and anything we can do for free is amazing!  Oh, and we’re also in a drawing for a $10,000 shopping spree at the Mall of Georgia—we’re praying hard for this one, folks!!

 Midterms weren’t such a big deal to me.  I mean, I definitely studied, but I only had two (Principles of Evangelism and World Perspective).  I found out a couple of days ago that I got a 92 on my World Perspective midterm and an 80 on my Principles of Evangelism midterm.  Even with that 80, though, I have a 92 in the class, so I’m not too upset about it. 

 It seemed that fall break came at JUST the right time.  All of the girls on my hall were so anxious for a break that we stayed up way too late every night.  Starting Wednesday night, people started disappearing, but the majority of people left on Thursday after classes.  I took one of my suitemates, Ruth, to the airport on Thursday.  We left about 12:30 and had a really great time on our hour-and-a-half drive.  After dropping her off and driving another 45 minutes, I was finally home!  My parents spoiled me the whole weekend; Daddy took me out for breakfast on Friday morning, and we all went to the movies on Saturday night.  Except for Saturday night after the movie, when I got to see my good friend Jamie, I really didn’t see any of my other friends until church on Sunday.  After Sunday School, my good buddy Chris and I went out for lunch. 

 Monday was a rough day for me.  I couldn’t tell if it was because the weather was so bleak or because I really didn’t want to come back to school, but I was not feeling well at all.  I believe I have failed to mention this, but I am a twin and my sister goes to school in Arkansas.  On Monday, I realized how badly I miss her.  I won’t see her again until Christmas.  The longest we have been apart was two months; we’ve even spent three birthdays in a row apart from each other, two of those on different continents.  But by the time I see her again, we will have been apart for more than four months.  I’m not going to lie—it’s really hard to trust the Lord for comfort with this.  I didn’t think I would miss her this much, and up until this week, I’ve tried to make myself seem so strong to other people, but really, it’s killing me.  I miss her terribly. 

 On Thursday night, our hall hosted Burger Night.  We found out last minute, so we weren’t able to advertise a lot, but our attempted theme was “Masquerade.”  We didn’t bring in the profits that we wanted to, but what we did make is going toward a hall activity.  I hope that eventually, we could have another shot at it and really do well. 

 With all that has gone on the last two weeks, I’ve had lots of conversations with the Lord, asking Him all kinds of crazy questions about why I’m here and if He will show me His plan for my life.  One day, I believe it was this past Wednesday, He reminded me that I’m here for a reason, but not necessarily for my benefit.  Now, don’t get me wrong; I absolutely love it here and I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else, but perhaps I’m not here just so I can grow closer to the Lord.  Perhaps there is someone here who I can encourage and bring closer to God in the same way that others have done this for me.  When I think about this, I’m really comforted throughout all of my fears and apprehensions. 

 Thanks for reading this insanely long journal entry.  I’ll try not to make them so long in the future J

 In Him,

Molly

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