term paper

I have been writing a lot lately.  Not the kind of writing that I prefer.  The kind that I must.

And the right words were not coming, the pages scattered with words, leaves without a trunk.  I had been staring at them, scratching out the pages, doubting my argument, for several weeks.  I wanted desperately for them to make sense, to be wise, to be finished.

A walk was necessary-- and prayer. I finger my dove necklace, praying for peace... and wisdom, clarity, and closure.  For the end of the storm, and the paper. 
 
And I was blessed when I returned.  The winds of doubt cleared, and my thoughts were freed.  In several hours, twenty odd and disjointed pages became thirty somewhat better, more structured ones.  The argument finally made sense.

More importantly, I was not ashamed to defend my position.

It was the grace and mercy of G-d displayed in a term paper.