Thermo-die-namics.

Oh the pain, the suffering, the agony - THERMODYNAMICS! My professor announces in class today that six hours a week is all the nightly studying we should have to do to keep up with this course. I groaned out loud, it takes me 21 hours a week. Thermo has become my new lover, we tango every night with anger and passion.

My body is revolting against me, a rash has mercilessly taken over my legs and my nose pours blood with a vengence. Each protesting the dry, chilling weather. I forced my body to run a grooling five miles through the snow today. Alright, so the snow was more like a light sprinkling of salt on the ground but it counts!

My dad leaves this Friday for Georgia then Iraq a week later. I don't know if he is ready to go or if I am ready for him to go. I am excited that he has this opportunity though.

For the past month, God has been gently nudging me, almost whispering in my ear about my mislaid priorities. I have been misplacing my relationship with God and filling my calendar with my relationship with Kyle (also referred to as 'the boy'). I have begun to feel the absence of God's constant companionship in my life. And so I am here, seeking. And asking for your prayer.

All right, my eyes have begun to droop and my bed is calling my name. My favorite part of this day - my dad's willingness to forgive me for a lie I had shamefully told.