This weekend is Scholarship weekend at Covenant.  Kelly and I are hosting Heather Perry in our room.  :) The day has been filled to the brim with activities and right now we are basically asleep.  Being tired from a long, hard day of work is a deliciously satisfying feeling.  Working makes resting all the more sweeter!  One dear friend of mine kept asking me if I was doing okay today.  I was really surprised at how concerned and insightful she was, even when I thought nothing was wrong.  I've thought about it plenty since she asked and am wondering if maybe something is bothering me but I'm so distracted and tired to even notice how it's effecting my countenance and actions.

Another thing to mention is that I say the phrase, "I'm sorry," WAY too often.  So from here on out I'm only going to say it when I'm being sincere and conscientious about my words.  Not that it's a bad thing to say (it's not!), but when it's said so many times with no meaning behind it it becomes very shallow and fake--like saying, "I love you," to everyone, even new acquaintances.

Tonight while walking back from Carter I looked up at the dark sky, the cold air engulfing me.  It was a brilliant masterpiece. It hung like a canopy over Lookout.  Fire white stars, burning brilliantly against a blueish ebony backdrop seemed to shout words of peace and glory.  Something about being here on top of a mountain makes me feel close to God--as if I could reach out and touch Him.  The sky is a beautiful thing.  My words cannot do its magnificence justice.  But what really stumps me is that the One who created the sky is far more magnificent and glorious than His creation. Oh! my small finite mind desires to know and understand so many things.  Alas, it never will here on this earth.  In conclusion, I think I'll strive to simply enjoy this beauty--and more importantly, the great Artist whose awe-full works surround me.