Whelp, I made it…somehow. It’s Thursday night, and after 3 long days of 3 seperate presentations, a 9 page paper, another reflection paper, and 2 group project papers, I’m done……almost. I was granted favor throughout the semester to adjust my “due dates” for each assignment, as professors could ethically provide leniency there, but not necessarily on how they grade the assignments. Though this was a substantial accommodation, it seemed to unintentionally work out that “everything” came due for me within these past few days. Thankfully, I not only feel like I completed the challenge, I truly feel that I did well. Many may roll their eyes at this statement, but this happened truly by God’a grace. Now, to reference my addendum earlier in saying that I’m “almost” done, I now have to submit the final draft of my first 3 chapters of my Thesis, asap. This was technically due over a week ago, but I took advantage of some extended grace and will be completing this sometime throughout this weekend.
You may be wondering why I’m talking about “me” so much in this post when our blog is intentionally titled “HeartOfBeckett”, but I couldn’t help but share God’s faithfulness towards me throughout this entire semester through encouraging friends, family, my cohort, professors, and certainly my wife. It has truly felt like a huge sense of accomplishment. I actually feel like I just graduated, or something, but that’s certainly not the case as I have yet another year left. :-] This semester has been brutal when it comes to my school work, and there were many times I felt like I couldn’t press on (which I genuinely think was understandable and realistic), yet somehow it is now behind me and I know a huge motivational factor was laying right there in a crib just over an hour drive away. It’s amazing what kind of inspiration you can glean from difficult situations with a proper perspective.
(Disclaimer: I did not always have a proper perspective…but I tried.)
With that being said, I don’t have much to report concerning Beckett. I’ll begin by saying that I just found out he’s over 12 pounds!! That’s fantastic news, as we’ve mentioned earlier that we really need him to continue to gain weight in order to be a proper candidate for the second surgery (merely one of many factors). Leah and I just “passed the baton” once again as she is planning on working tomorrow. She said that he played a lot this morning and then napped for a LONG time (like, Noon to 5:00pm, or something like that). He kinda spit up earlier this evening (after Leah left) and gaged on it which made him drop his heart rate and I can’t help but react with wide-eyes attempting to calmly beckon for our nurse. He truly was ok, but he worked himself up and has no reserve for even the simplest issue. He cried for a while and sweat up a storm…and just after he got a bath too. He ended up falling asleep in my arms (see recently posted pic) and it just felt “right”, and how I truly needed this day (and week) to end.
Thank you Jesus for your many many blessings in our lives. We have so much to be thankful for.
….please heal my son.