Since starting graduate school I've become accustomed to hoping that each semester would be longer. I always get crunched for time and once week 12 hits, I feel as though one or two extra weeks we make everything apple pie - sweet and good. I was feeling completely overwhelmed Sunday morning with all of the events of this semester coming to a mini-climax here in early March. I really, really wanted an extra week. God answered that request with a 'Yes'.

I had thought for the past, oh, six months that the Vienna trip was scheduled for the 10th through the 18th. This made my schedule a little complicated with all of the traveling and presentations that I'm giving. After speaking to my church on Sunday about the Spring Break trip, some friends informed me that I had my dates wrong. My initial reaction was "No way. I couldn't have gotten this wrong." I did get it wrong. Praise God! And I now have an extra week in my schedule! Amazing!

On another note... the Stanford trip rocked! Next year, this blog will be titled something like "Fighting illini-ichabod in the Bay Area". Doesn't that roll right off the tongue?

More later...