Low times and high hills

I’ve had a rough semester. I’ve faced challenges I never imagined I could conquer and this semester has been a complete rollercoaster. It’s had high peaks and deep consuming drops. In these low times and high hills I’ve become thankful to the people I’ve opened myself up to here. They’ve kept me going. They have looked out for me when I didn’t lookout for myself and uplifted me when I needed it the most. My friend Denise Stone has become someone I can consistently lean on. Denise and I met at orientation in the summer of 2015. I had no idea the influence she would have on my life. We both made the great (okay) decision of choosing the core curriculum and we’ve had classes together every semester since I’ve been at BU. We’ve struggled together, and for a while we were just in class friends. This school year, she’s become someone who I consider family. Without her support and her stories about her numerous little cousins  and her obsession with babies I truly don’t know how I would make it through core lecture. There are very few people who I would trust with anything, Denise is one of them. She’s one of my best friends. To often in life we fail to acknowledge the individuals who consistently show us love. We take for granted their willingness to go the extra mile for us. This week the Marsh associates will preach on love. We will think about what it means to love like Jesus. That seems hard. Loving like Jesus feels impossible.


In some aspects, it is. As humans we are flawed, but the beginning stages to loving like Jesus is kind of like being like Denise. It’s being willing to be yourself fully. To commit your whole being to betterment of others. Perhaps, she won’t see herself this way, but the person I see as friend is someone I look up to. This semester more than any she’s been there for me day in and day out. All the while taking rigorous classes and leading clubs and projects that require more time than what is in the day. Despite this low time, Denise and my close friends remind of the high hill. As Easter comes this Sunday because of Jesus I’m able to stand on that high hill and so I can’t quit. I’m invested into my future but more importantly other people are. Easter is my favorite time of the year, it reminds me of how miniscule the problems we go through are. It forces self-reflection. With Easter comes time to appreciate those around you and to live a life closer to Christ. More than ever I thank God for this time. Amen.

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