crunching = churning

as i sat crunching numbers, essentially budgeting out my "so-called life" for the next 2 years (and a good number of years after), I felt a weight threatening to crush my spirit and dream. there's nothing like tuition, rent, food, and other living expenses staring you down to make you realize just how incredibly poor you are. by all rational modes of thinking, i know that going would be the equivalent to signing my life away, but then there's faith, that defies all sense of logic and makes me believe that there is still hope if only i have a little faith. the same God who created the heavens and earth is the same God that watches over me while i am awake or at sleep, working or playing, and in TO or NY. i know that He has brought me this far and that if i trust and obey, He will provide.