Elation

I am elated. I am on top of the world. . . or at least I'm on the top of my world. My schedule is falling into place, I've done my homework and my studying. I no longer feel the weight of pressing assignments on my chest. I can breathe -- free and easy once again. How wonderful life is some nights!

Stand Still

There are some days when I just want time to stand still.
I want to savor the moment,
Drinking in the sweetness of laughter,
Talking,
Friendship.
Enjoy life.
Not have to worry about writing an essay over The Scarlet Letter
or what theme "The Crucible" has.
Wouldn't it be splendid to be able to come home
and not have to worry about what's due tomorrow?
Or that test I should study for?
Wouldn't it be splendid to think
"why don't I just make supper?"
"visit htat little kid from church?"
"write my gran a letter?"
and yet, I do this work instead.
And I try to do the other as well.
Which sometimes works,
And sometimes just makes me very tired.

Counting Good Deeds

It seems really annoying, almost, to me that we have this numbering/counting of whatever people have done during the week or whatever on Sunday nights -- the little sheets filled out and turned in in the little box so that we can tally the phonecalls made, cards written, etc. Let's count and see how wonderful we all are, why don't we? There just seems to be something wrong with that. Does God only count our good deeds if we write them down to turn them in to be tallied like good little boys and girls? Isn't this going against everything they taught us in Sunday school?