I am more than a password, and that I know. For now, I find enterntaining to think about those well-spent seconds trying to come up with a better password. I picked my brains out in search of the things I liked, the months, the foods, the funny names. All of those things appeared relevant then. Time comes when a few changes here and there are better than none. Trying to improve passwords makes me think of how I can’t go through life with the same 20-year-old secret code. I must grow, even it only means adding an extra letter to my name.
The students and friends I have known for the past three months have kept me from going insane and, in gratitude, I would take them wherever I go. I want to take them all to Europe, and I hope that won’t change who they are. I am the kind of person who would photocopy different versions of myself to be present everywhere, so don’t question me when I want to teletransport the people I love. I want them all to eat crepes in the morning, dance dabka in the afternoon and drink S. Pellegrino water at night. That is what I want.
Miike Snow was definitely right! I don’t need to be filthy rich or drugged out of my mind to do the devil’s work, as the song calls it. I heard that song many times, but it didn’t quite hit me until yesterday afternoon. I told one of my students: “you should stop talking.” I was rude. It was no big deal for the rest of the students, but I knew it could had been better. At times, interacting with real people becomes such a struggle. The problem here is: forgetting the power He has appointed me as a servant.
Thankfully, my students help me reflect upon the many flaws I have and I ask Jesus to shine in/through me. That is my prayer for you too.