"It is finished."

Said Jesus.

I concur. At 1969 words, my essay titled Language Development in Sight-Impaired Children: Verbalisms is now complete. Ish. I should probably read through and clean it up, but I think at this point, I'm alright if I don't get a mark reflective of the amount of effort I put into trying to understand and wrestle through these issues. It just means I didn't write it out that well.

I'll have to learn how to articulate my thoughts properly at some point, but right now I've got a bio paper to study for. Excitement!

Really.

In the meantime, this song's been playing through my head. Read into the lyrics how you want, but I resonate with them right now.

Doubting Thomas - Nickel Creek

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath,
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me,
Will I discover a soul saving love,
Or just the dirt above and below me,

I'm a doubting thomas,
I took a promise,
But I do not feel safe,
Oh me of little faith,

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face,
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward,
If there's a master of death I'll bet he's holding his breath,
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I can't keep my promises,
'Cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith

Can I be used to help others find truth,
When I'm scared I'll find proof that its a lie,
Can I be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
That prove I'm not ready to die,

Please give me time to decipher the signs,
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted,

I'm a doubting thomas,
I'll take your promise,
Though I know nothin's safe,
Oh me of little faith