How Can We Name a Love

Two days ago was the last Sunday of the semester and it came with a bundle of mixed emotions-

• relief-because this semester has been exhausting and stressful
• excitement- because the closing of a semester always brings new adventures and open doors
• sadness- because many of my friends will be graduating and moving away from the beautiful Tigertown. I am not a big fan of change so graduations always make me sad whether it is an acquaintance or a BFF
• happyness- because it was a beautiful day and the Sunday after Easter. It was a day to continue to celebrate the resurrection and love of Our Lord and Savior.
• stress- it was the day before finals week after all

As I was experiencing so many emotions  we sang a beautiful hymn in church. Now, I do not always love or relate to traditional music but this one has stuck with me all week. It is beautiful, it is called How Can We Name a Love, here is the first verse, which is my favorite:

How can we name a Love that wakens heart and mind, 
indwelling all we know or think or do or seek or find? 
Within our daily world, in every human face,
Love's echoes sound and God is found,
hid in the common place.

This hymn reminds me that though this semester was hard, there were so many moments that I took for granted, times such as square dancing on the spring break with my best friend and a bunch of adorable senior citizens, or grilling out hamburgers with some of my original Clemson friends to nights in studio enjoying good conversation or days that I was able to help one of my freshmen friends. I sometimes get very down on myself and want everyone to pity me and my hard  life. Woe is me, I have too many people to care for. Woe is me, my planner is full of so many responsibilities. Woe is me, I made a bad grade on a test. But really, I am SO immensely blessed! I have a heavenly father who loves me very much. I live in a beautiful place and have wonderful friends who are always there for me. I am blessed with a talent for art and creativity and I love my major. I have a roof over me head, and more than enough food to eat. God blessed me with all these things and more. In every thing I have, and in every joyous moment I get to experience, God is there! He can always be found, even in the glisten of the sun as it peaks over the Blue Ridges as I drive to my 8 am class. How can I name such a Love? How can I question it or doubt it? How can I feel bad for myself? I can not.