Thankful Thursday

It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these–not because I haven’t had opportunity to be thankful, but because my life has been too full to share it.

But for today, I’m thankful:

  • that seminar is done
    I received my criticism today–and it didn’t turn out that badly. My peers criticized me very lightly, my superiors more harshly but still kindly. Dr. Lee said that perhaps she held me to an even higher standard than normal because she sees that I am capable of critical thought and advanced thinking. I am honoured to be considered thus. I will receive a B in seminar–not so well as I would have liked, but I am pleased with it nonetheless. I will do even better next time.
  • that I know what statistical analysis will be done
    We have compiled the information we need and will have our final run of data by Tuesday. I would have liked to have done more analysis, but I am glad to know what we will be able to complete and what we will not be able to complete this semester. I have a sense of closure in regards to the data.
  • that the LDDA meeting tonight was a success
    The meal was wonderful, the company good. I met the dietitian who had worked with my sister at the Ambassador, and caught up with one of the University dietitians I had known long ago as an undergrad.
  • that my eyes can see, my ears can hear, and my mouth can speak
    The eyes that see now as in a glass dimly long for the day of the appearing of the Light. The ears that hear the echoes of a great tumult long for the day when the Victory shout shall be sounded. The mouth that now cries for the end of travail anticipates the day when it shall shout with joy. My unglorified body groans in its fallenness, awaiting in eager expectation the day when it too shall be redeemed. As long as my senses only touch this world, they remain illusory–but when they taste and long for heaven, they are awakened to new accuity. “The Spirit and the bride say ‘Come'”–and I cry, as a bride longing for her wedding night, “Come quickly, Lord Jesus!”

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