This semester—this academic year—I have felt like a plate of hash browns from Waffle House. What’s that? Yes, precisely. A double-order of hash browns, scattered, smothered, and covered. Scattered emotionally and intellectually, smothered with work and spiritual dryness, and covered with a sense of foreboding about almost everything. I’ve been a veritable late-night breakfast for the forces of the enemy working against me; they’ve been getting fat on my greasy dissipation.

That’s coming to an end. Here’s to delving into Augustine and Luther again, along with some phenomenologists and other such. Time to come before Jesus with no distractions.

This semester—this academic year—I have felt like a plate of hash browns from Waffle House. What’s that? Yes, precisely. A double-order of hash browns, scattered, smothered, and covered. Scattered emotionally and intellectually, smothered with work and spiritual dryness, and covered with a sense of foreboding about almost everything. I’ve been a veritable late-night breakfast for the forces of the enemy working against me; they’ve been getting fat on my greasy dissipation.

That’s coming to an end. Here’s to delving into Augustine and Luther again, along with some phenomenologists and other such. Time to come before Jesus with no distractions.