Friday. The last day of finals week. A quarter of the way through my last year here, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. There is part of me that can't wait to be done this stage of my life, that never wants to look at a book again. But being a senior has made me realize how much the world out here -- the culture, the preaching, the schoolwork, my teachers, the love that I am constantly shown by everyone around me -- has blessed me over the years. And I am so thankful for that. The part of me that recognizes this dreads leaving this place. To think that there are some students I will never speak to again, and even others I will speak to, but never see, makes me hurt a little. I will never again be working together with the people that I have spent the last four years of my life with, never again laboring over the same paper, never listening to a lecture together in the same room, never lifting up our hands together in church praising God for His goodness. Everyone will go their own separate ways -- to jobs, weddings, families -- and life will become so much bigger than a classroom and assignments. But into that gap will come even more blessing, even more love. Because God is always good. But I will miss it. So very much.