As I sit and contemplate the impending chaos of the weeks to come, I find comfort in knowing that it will all be over soon. Ironically though, I do not feel as stressed out as one might expect me to be. I found, particularly over the weeks of Lent this year, that when I stress, nothing good comes, but rather letting it go gives me peace. I spent the season of lent adding a special time of prayer to each day. At first it was a chore, but it slowly began to bless me. I learned that I can not only depend on God, but I can also depend on prayer.
I like to think that I pray a lot. And I do, but mostly I talk. Lent taught me to sit in silence with God, and listen. There is a miraculous calm that I have found in that listening. Even in the throws of final projects and the end of the semester I feel a sense of peace.
I might not always seem calm cool and collected, but compared to my level of stress in the past, I know I can handle this.
Perhaps there is something to the whole idea of laying one’s burden down. I suppose I always thought my burdens were too trivial. I am learning slowly that nothing is too trivial for God to care. In that I find great comfort.