First Monday of Advent
By: Portia Gresham (B.A. ’12) Psychology major
As I sit quietly in the courtyard of Adele and think about who has called me out of my despair, my darkness and my bewilderment, I think of those few people who recognize me spiritually. It’s those few people who can see past my brave face on a dark day, or recognize that something is wrong through subtle changes in my voice. It’s those few people who acknowledge the aspect of life’s strife that is both seen and unseen. The voices I hear while I wait in the wilderness are those people who help me step outside of my crazy schedule, to refocus and know that God has a plan, it is divine, I am his vessel and everything will be fine.