Why I Don't Recommend Taking 19 Credit Hours

{...And why I haven't been blogging as much as I've thought about blogging.}

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My e-mail inbox is not very happy with me at the moment. There are currently 20-something e-mails waiting to be answered. That's not a normal thing for this e-mail savvy girl. I love receiving e-mails from friends, and I often wait a day or two to answer them, just savoring their words.

 But...20? Mmmm...definitely atypical.

I don't recommend taking 19 credit hours.

I can remember when I could read a thick novel in one day. That was a long time ago, before gymnastics, a part-time job, church activities, and this alternative-form-of-breathing-called-writing started pulling at my heart...but I can still devour a good book if given the chance. My Read-A-Thon comes to mind as a prime example! Now I'm pretty sure I'm still working on the paperback I started a month ago (or was it longer?). 'A month, really?' And, no, it's definitely not that the story isn't good.

I hardly ever scroll through my Blogger Dashboard anymore. I follow quite a few blogs (you can read more about the best in the Kindred Spirits tab above) and in a spare moment I adore visiting the online havens of others of like mind - reading about their love of books, for one thing.

As you may have guessed by now, though, I haven't been treasuring very many spare moments here lately.

Did I mention I don't recommend taking 19 credit hours?

I still answer the urgent e-mails.

I still read (a paragraph counts, doesn't it?) before going to bed each night. I find I often sleep better if I do.

I still occassionally click around and smile at other's uplifting words.

But there is one thing I must do - no matter how many credit hours I'm taking at college (did I mention I don't recommend 19?), no matter how tired I am, no matter how big the pile of laundry waiting to be folded grows...

Be still.

So the rain falls outside my window tonight as I write this.

The music plays. Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That's An Irish Lullaby) 1944 by Bing Crosby. Sigh.

I turn over my to-do list and silence the scream of schoolwork yet to be done in the little under a month that remains of the semester. 

Open the Word. Fold my hands. And...

"Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, you who have done great things. Who, O God, is like you?" Psalm 71:19