December 11, 2008

• Anticipation comes in different flavours. Remember the taste of the night before you turned 18? The weekend before your first "real" valentine? Five minutes before the dentist's chair? The second before that poorly-pitched baseball took out your front teeth?

  Anticipation. They're all anticipation. Some are sweetly, vibrantly humming—eager anticipation—while others are terrifying, gritty, bitter. I like the first kind better. Also, I don't like the taste of gritty things... Ugh.

  Tonight I'm feeling an anticipation which is new each time I feel it: The anticipation of taking my last final. It's new each time because every semester is different; different teachers and classes bring different moods, environments, expectations. I'm used to the fact that it's exciting, but I never actually get used to the excitement.

  I like that. Knowing what to expect but being surprised by it anyway. That's a flavour of anticipation that I can really get into.

  Knowing exactly who God is, but finding him new every morning.

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