I knew in October that this past week was going to be brutal.
Next-to-last week of the semester means students scrambling to turn in work. To stay on track with curriculum, I had to give a test this week as well as grade the final story in my journalistic writing class. So I had piles and piles to grade.
The school Christmas concert (which I was playing in this year) was Monday and Tuesday.
The church Christmas concert was tonight, and we had a 90 minute dress rehearsal last night.
Plus, Friday began newspaper deadline.
Since October, I’ve been looking at this week, anticipating all kinds of fatigue and anger and basic emotional meltdown.
Instead, I was productive and able to keep my world relatively peaceful and calm. I was busy, but not frazzled. I was tired, but not dragging. In short, I felt lifted up.
Tuesday night as I waited for my entrance in the choir concert, I sent this to my friend Angie, from that day’s Advent reading: “God is so free and so marvelous that he does wonders where people despair, he takes what is little and lowly and makes it marvelous.”
This week had all the makings of despair and lowliness. But God worked wonders this week, and made it marvelous.