Philippians 4:13

I am in the college library. It's quiet here. That nervous quiet on the second day of finals that hangs in the air and is so thick when you breathe in you just might choke. That kind of quiet. I hate it.

I have two finals today, and two on Thursday. I am trying to convince myself that I should study harder for my sociology final in two hours, but I really don't care anymore. I'm done. And honestly, I am almost done. Thursday is the last day I will walk through the doors of this college as one of its students.
When I say I am done, I mean that I am done. I and finished. I am spent. I am burnt-out. I am tired.
The truth is, I have 99% in four of my five classes, and I just want to go to bed at a good hour and wake up and have tea and read "Mary Poppins" for pleasure.
I am done.
I cannot wait to say those words on Thursday. Because then, I really will be.

My saying this quarter, the one that ran through my head in a never ending loop without ceasing, was
I can do all things.
That was it. That was what I said to myself every morning. That was what I prayed over every assignment. That was what I whispered late at night studying. That was my motto. My saying.
This morning when I said it though, I finished it. Because it's even better with the ending.
I can do all things through Christ.

And I can. Even today. Because the reason I am done, is because I can do all things. 

That's pretty dang beautiful if you ask me.