the 45 stomach.

I used to play soccer. A lot. In high school we had to do something our coach called a "45". We would all line up along the center line of the soccer field, and when he yelled "GO!" we had 45 seconds to run across half the field, around one goal, across the entire field, around the other goal, and across half the field to make it back to the center. And all in 45 seconds. It may sound easy, but it is hard. Especially on the 4th or 5th time. Believe me.

When we would line up for this, I would always get this strange feeling. I call in the 45 stomach. It's like this...you're nervous, excited, anxious, and afraid. You can throw up, laugh, or cry at any moment. It's a really bad feeling and a really good feeling all at the same time.

Today I have the 45 stomach. And for a couple reasons.
1- Tonight is the kickoff for youth group. It is my first time being "in charge", being the "go to" person, and being the one students will refer to as "youth pastor". Yikes.
2- Tomorrow is year 2 of getting my Masters of Divinity. That's right folks, this was a whole year ago. (No worries, Mom. Danny already said he would take my picture tomorrow morning for you!) While I am really excited, I am equally nervous about what this semester will entail. Classes are:

Ethics

Community of God

Pastoral Servant Leadership

Field Education

Sounds fun, huh? I think so too!

So how I will balance being a wife, grad student, youth director, auntie, friend, daughter, exerciser, blogger etc? Ask me again in a few weeks. I'm sure I'll figure it out. Until then, who really knows?

I covet your prayers, friends. So glad I'm not alone in all of this.

PS I am on a dessert fast. For now.