End

Feels like old times. When I say old times, I meant 4 years ago.

I remembered my first year of seminary where I spent long nights staying up trying to get my reading and writings done. I would schedule my day very carefully to every half hour, so that I am able to do my work in a more paced out fashion and reduce the stress that I may incur on the unknown completion time.

Tonight I am doing the very same thing as I am completing my very last piece of paper of my Mdiv degree. I have less than 12 hours to complete 5 extensive chapters of reading and writing, and this does not include my sleeping time. I am not entirely sure how much time it would take but something in me is somewhat enjoying the rush of it simply because this could be my last moments of writing a paper.

I have come to an end that sees the light. I am ever so grateful for the grace of God that has brought me thus far. God has been tremendously faithful to me in countless of moments when I do not deserve such faithfulness.

So whether I get a minimal 5 hour sleep... or less... I am savoring the moment like the last few endurance of finishing a race.