I would have used a pencil but lead's just not permanent.

It's snowing outside. A lot. And it's great.
As Catherine put it, "It's like someone took a snowglobe and just shook it up, and we're in the middle of it." That most definitely describes it.

I'm sitting in Panera on my laptop, by the window. I'm surrounded by people, but in my own world via iTunes. There's something about seeing the outside world in [almost] complete chaos, but being in the shelter only separated by glass. For whatever reason, it's bringing me an overwhelming sense of peace; which is what I need. I feel, right now, like my world is a snowglobe, and someone is just shaking it, and I'm stuck in the midst, with the only thing stopping me being a layer of glass.

But at the same time, I feel like my reality is almost the opposite. I have a serene exterior but on the inside, things are being shaken and stirred and I haven't found a way to connect the inside and the outside in a way that they can be in synchronization. It's a very exhausting thing to feel shaken but not know how to put it at peace.

So far, this [academic] year, spiritual warfare has become increasingly real to me. I'm almost reaching a point where I'm unable to discern between what God is telling me and the lack of motivation which Satan is grabbing a hold. He really knows my weaknesses and seems to know the right way to tug at that; he punctures his grasp through our minds and on to our hearts in the disguise of doubt. Though the Spirit LIVES in me, I'm not being the body that God calls me to be.

And it's showing.

I'm listening to Fionn Regan, and I love him. He is one of the select artists that I listen to and he separates my worlds. When I am consumed by the music, I'm in that world; I hear it and my mind's eye sees it. And while my ears and my mind are in one place, my eyes see the rest of the world around me. Once again, separated by a sheet of glass, or rather, sound. It's like driving in a car. We sit, seemingly stationary, while we are speeding past the rest of the world in a blur. Again, only separated by a sheet of glass and encased by metal.

It's getting cold by the window.