Today was an amazing morning. I got up at 5:30am to walk down with a group of friends to Blackstone Park to have a sunrise service. Truly felt amazing. Although it was a little too early for me, just being able to reflect on Christ’s sacrifice at the start of the day was great. We saw the sun rising and sat down in the woods to pray, read, and sing. Thank you Katie for setting all this up.
This week has been tough for a lot of people at Brown. On Tuesday, a lot of people grieved and reflected – took in tablespoons of their own misery and agony. As the week went by and as the event started to fade from people’s immediate lives, I felt more and more burdened by my own life. I started feeling the emotions I had back in November and February. In class, we also started reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar this week too and I’m not sure if that was best, though it really wasn’t my decision . And right now, I’m at a lost for the right words to write this entry. But today shouldn’t be that day to feel awful when honestly Christ is alive and has risen. He’s the only thing that’s keeping my head afloat.
Hallelujah, it is finished
Hallelujah, it is done
Hallelujah, King forever
We thank you for the cross
I don’t know what exactly needs to be said today and for the first time, I didn’t want to write or publish anything, but it’s Easter, and out of gratefulness I did. Lately, I’ve been having more difficulty falling asleep and staying sane in my dreams. But it’s also been easier to smile and hug.
But regardless, this week truly reminded me of how lost and hopeless I would be without Christ.