My apartment is currently silent. Both of my roommates are gone for the time being and nothing is going on. Other than the sound of me typing. I even have no music playing, which is odd for me. I’m just sitting here, soaking in the silence while enjoying a nice mug of freshly brewed coffee. That I made in my french press. I had forgotten how good coffee is that way…
As I look back on the past month or so of what has gone on in my life, I feel like God has had me in a french press. School has been overwhelming, my family issues back home have been overwhelming, and dealing with all of it just about pushed me over the edge. My dad was in the hospital, my mom was looking for a third job, my sister kept coming in second place in her job searches, etc. But thankfully everything is coming to a close. My dad is out of the hospital and doing better, both of my mom’s current jobs have given her opportunities to get more hours in, and my sister finally got a job promotion that leaves her in such a better predicament than before. It’s as though the four mintues of the coffee steeping in the hot water is over, the pressure was on, but now all that is pouring out is ridiculously amazing coffee (now… if you’re reading this and don’t like coffee… well… it’s just good stuff. 
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I’m thankful that God pushes me. I hate going through it, but love the end result. I just have to keep reminding myself, the hard part is only four minutes long…
