We settle into routines.
Class, homework, internship, homework, television shows, sleep. Repeat.
Justine came down for the weekend. There was catching up, laughter, a tear or two, some delicious food with good friends, a good cuddle session, music trading, and the inevitable goodbye.
In class, a guest speaker said "There is a difference between being competent and being sincere." He was speaking about being a pastor means.
In a frustrated crisis of thought yesterday, I called my dad and said "Please, explain this to me in one sentence." After he finished laughing at me, he calmly explained to me what I needed to know. Turns out I already knew and understood what I didn't think I could wrap my mind around.
I hate when school does that.
This afternoon was my first visit to my new internship site, a retirement community here in town. I am still nervous, although my fears and concerns have lessened now. Really, these residents just want someone to talk to. I can do that. I think.
All this leads up to a quiet night spent in the library checking out books for patrons and jamming out to the Glee cast singing to me through my headphones as I review the Hebrew alphabet and read about how the way we read about head coverings in 1 Corinthians 11:2-16 reflects how we view the Trinity.
You've got to love seminary homework.
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