It has been two and a half weeks since I have gone under and come back up. The last two weeks have been a blur. The busy busy schedule hit me pretty hard. I ended one class last night, and I am ending another tonight. The other two end next week, and I am starting to breathe again. I still have miles to go on my to do list, but in light of that, the sun also rises.
Sunday night after I was baptized, Rhonda asked me to talk to her about it. I was hoping I would have something profound to say, but I did not. I feel two things. The first is that I feel like it might be wrong for me to feel like this, but probably not. Second, I feel like it will mean more to me later than now. I say that with two weeks this side of the holy-dunk experience. I have already gone to that place in my thought life. I now have a point where I died to my old ways, and I can look back on that and with confidence say that those things rule in my life no longer. The surreal feeling of what it is to be out of ‘that’ (whatever that is) has kept my mind turning. I really believe I am still too close to this to make sense of how it has changed me, my mindset, my heart, my life, my death. I keep looking forward to tomorrow, when everything will start to be clear.
