I don’t know about you, but the last couple weeks have been incredibly strange for me. Two weeks ago, I was a ball of stress with everything I was doing. We had several new American students who were interested in being conversation partners, and organizing their partnerships ended up being a lot more complicated than expected. (The spiritual gift of administration has not been granted to me, to put it mildly.) I planned and led my international Bible study on Wednesday night:
Then, Thursday morning, I also led a Bible study for American students over at Columbia College, another university in Columbia where we’re trying to make inroads. That night I taught an English club, which is one of our best ways to connect with new students. The next day, the day after Valentine’s Day, we did an outreach on campus where we gave away chocolate and flowers to remind people of God’s love:
On top of everything else, I’d been trying to organize for the prior two weeks all the international students who would come with us to go ice skating that Friday. It turns out, I was a bit too successful: 70 internationals, most without cars, signed up to come! In the end, everyone made it, and we had a great time ice skating:
It was a crazy week.
Elisa ended up getting so sick because of her pregnancy that she became dehydrated and had to go to the hospital for an IV. A couple days later she caught the flu and I stayed home one day to take care of her.
And then, to top it all off, this happened:
Snowmageddon 2013 fell on Columbia with almost a foot of snow in 36 hours. Everything shut down, especially since most people went to work that Thursday morning, only to cause huge traffic jams, including abandoning cars, when they tried to go home later that day. This got in the way of the snow plows and closed down campus the following day, too. Campus was closed again on Tuesday when the college, ashamed for how it handled the previous snow storm, didn’t want to mess up again during the subsequent flurries.
It was crazy, going from nonstop busyness to nothing almost overnight. But it turned out to be exactly what I needed. “On the seventh day, God rested from His work.” Sick days and snow days are good reminders to me– and to all of us–that if resting from our work is good enough for God, it’s good enough for us.