overwhelmed-- but with a purpose

Hi! It's the end of week, well, THREE of graduate school... it feels like a lot longer. Meg, my sister, is here for the week, and it's been so fun to have both my sister and a roommate in the apartment. Oh, how I miss the days where we would drive to high school together, spend our friday nights together at football games (yes, we were in the band) and have hours and hours of fun together. Now, all we get is small amounts of time, that never quite seem to be enough. It's a blessing to have here out here though, even for only a short time... I have thoroughly enjoyed showing off my baby sister to my new grad school friends!

This week was tough. It had lots of great things happen, and it did go quickly in one sense, but there are certain times each and every day where I question what I'm doing here. Every one of my classmates is wise and knowledgeable; I feel like they can recall SO MUCH information that they've learned in undergrad or at job experiences. I have such a hard time remembering THIS information, let alone information from a class three years ago. Today was encouraging though. We had a guest speaker come and talk with us about physical disabilities and how it will relate to our careers. She was a woman who had a spinal cord injury during high school and is now wheel chair bound. She was greatly involved with physical therapy after her accident, and was talking about the profound impact that physical therapists had on her life. I felt the emotion well up inside of me. THAT IS WHY I WANT TO BE A PHYSICAL THERAPIST. I know that everyone at the interview says, "i want to be a physical therapist because of the people..." but it's genuinely true. What better is there to do in life than to get involved in people's lives and bring them hope in often times hopeless situations. I felt God encourage my heart through the woman in class today. I may not be the smartest girl in the DUKE DPT program, but I have a God who will equip me with all the wisdom and ability that I need to fit into His plan for me. Someone once said that as Christians we often ask, "What is God's will for my life..." when we should be asking our Heavenly Father, "God, how do I fit into YOUR plan for the world..." See the difference? It's all in perspective. It's only week three... the light isn't even VISIBLE at the end of the tunnel, but I know I just have to keep asking God how I fit into His plan... how I can most bring Him glory (and trust that He'll DO IT through me!)

I'm off... a little Indian restaurant is calling my name! Ciao!