Easter has come and gone and I'm a little disappointed that it's over! I always feel like the world is a little brighter and happier on Easter Sunday and it makes my heart sing. The joy that comes from knowing that my Savior conquered death in my place is too deep for words.
I must be honest and say that I've let my busy life get to me in the last few days. I like to think that I am pretty in tune with myself. When school work starts to pile up and my to-do list seems never ending, I begin to feel like a machine. I go through the motions and "get stuff done". I'm so distracted that I'm unable to put any heart into my work. And there's nothing I hate more.
I'm sure part of it is my fault. My time management could be better. But I am truly doing my best and sometimes that just doesn't seem good enough. I always knew being a college student would be tough, but nobody warned me that all sense of a personal life outside of school would be thrown out the window. I am thankful for the opportunity to receive an education, I truly am. But when will I catch a break?
But its in times like these that make Sundays like Easter so special. I don't have to be perfect. My worth isn't defined by the grades I get or even the diploma I receive. My worth is defined by the God who loved me so much that He was willing to Sacrifice His own Son to pay the price for all of my short comings. I've been washed clean and made perfect. Alleluia!