confessions of a seminarian

I have two confessions to make.

1. I’m drowning.

For anyone who has seen me in the past month (or for my mom who has heard enough about it), this one won’t be a surprise… something about the messy hair (not the cute “I’m trying to look like I don’t care” kind, but the “I really don’t care” kind), the deer-in-the-headlights eyes, or my showing up late everywhere I go habit has probably cued you in. It’s the school load, and I know I’m not the only one. They always say that “2nd year is the hardest,” and I’m finding that 2nd semester of 2nd year is really the hardest. I love most of my classes, but now that we are about a month in, the work load is like a flood. Continuous. Unrelenting. Suffocating. And I’m drowning in it. All the New Testament-exegeting, Reformation-studying, sermon-writing, pastorally-caring, German-speaking, and contextual-educationing amounts to 18 credit hours and one stressed-out woman.

This brings me to my second confession, which is a harder one to make.

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