A Lovely Night

Have you ever had one of those days when you just wanted it all to be over; All the responsibilities, all the work, all the never ending...stuff? That's what kind of a week I have just been through. That's what kind of a month I have just endured. But this week has been the worst of it all. With play practice at 7 every night and the performances from Wednesday to Saturday (I'm not done with this week yet) I have been way beyond my limits of duration. I should be lying on the floor right now twitching from the lack of sleep and all the work. On top of all the play stuff I have had to keep up with my academic studies, as well as my social life. I've been placing college applications at 12 o'clock at night, writing papers on stuff that I don't know much about, and trying to stay connected with my friends.
All this to say, I'm tired.
I'm so tired I'm not even going to put an exclamation mark after that statement to accent it. I'm too tired to place accents.
We did a matinee for the grade-schoolers on Wednesday. It was a half day for all the schools in the state, so we didn't have any classes that day. After that point the school week should have ended...but it didn't. My brain was in stand-by mode waiting for the weekend and I kept on having to re-boot it for my classes. I would be in math class (I'm usually a genius at math) and my brain would just stop registering any input. "Quadratic whats!?"
I have one more time to present this play. Cinderella--it has been a lot of fun putting it together, and even performing it. But I am very ready for it to be over. I need to get back to the rest of my life.
I'll probably never forget this play. While we were still pulling it together there were struggles and difficulties, and there were many--oh, so many--moments (more like entire minutes) of laughter. I learned to waltz.
I don't know what to say. I can tell you this. In all this time of weakness, despair, and fear, God has been with me all the way. Many were the times that a situation would arise from which there seemed to be no hope of success, and many were the times that I said to myself "God will work it out; God loves me." Just ask my friends, they have heard it multiple times in the last month. "I'm worried about this, but it's ok, God loves me." I have seen him do so much for me and all I can do is praise him. And I will continue to seek a life that is in him so that my joy may be made complete.