How in the world, you ask, could you be expected to be grateful for the illness-inducing amount of stress and expectations that graduate school is presently forcing upon you?
letter to a new grad student series
If there’s any time of your first year in the program that you’ve felt downtrodden, at your wit’s end, and out of hope, I’d imagine it’s this time. And the temptation is to think in these tenuous moments that this is where Jesus won’t come through for you . . .
Dear New Graduate Student, I don’t know you. And yet today, I think about you and pray for you. The academic world is small and mobile enough that there’s a good chance we’ll be on the same campus at some point in our lifetimes, and yet this letter is probably the only chance I’ll be able to speak these words to you.