faithful.

This is a miracle.

My Great Texts' essay is due on Thursday, April 29, 2010 at 12:00 PM. It is Tuesday, April 27, 2010 at 9:00 PM, and I haven't started. I should have started last week. But I didn't. (Don't ask me why.)

I have just rushed to the library and claimed a spot in the most isolated study carrell I could find, which is pretty hard to do this week seeing as everyone and their mom decided to come here all at once to finish last-minute papers, projects, and the like. My humble desk of choice is by an electrical outlet, of course. I anticipate that it's going to be a long night, which means lots of electricity will be needed to keep the technology running.

I turn on my computer, dreading the next 36 hours' duration, which will mostly be full of desperation, frustration, and illogical articulation. In a final effort of procrastination, I check my email. (Enjoying the end rhyme yet? I'm easily amused in states of exhaustion-ation.)

Lo and behold, an email from my professor titled "Papers Papers Papers! (Did I hear extension?)" is sitting in my inbox. My heart skipped a beat. And I wished my hands would move faster. I just couldn't seem to open it fast enough.

Yes, 'tis true! Now my paper - nay, (essentially) the crowning achievement of my career in Great Texts - is due on Monday, May 3, 2010 at 3:00 PM.

I've been praying that God would multiply my time. It's sort of an odd prayer if you think about it. I mean, really: How will my time be multiplied? What does that even look like? Will hours move slower? Will some days have 36 hours instead of 24?

Alas, I will never know because

"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."

Isaiah 55:9

I'm so glad he's in control.

He's faithful to the end.

He's faithful to my heart.