I typed my last footnote. I closed the file and uploaded it onto my personal website via FTP for safekeeping. I emailed it to Dr. Snyder. Then I sat here in a sort of passive excitement and began, of all things, to cry. It is so strange being female. It's just - I guess I never really let myself think of my project being
finished. Every little bit, everything altogether... God has taken care of me. I see His hand on every page, in every day of struggle over the last four months. I have been absolutely dependent on Him, and He has given me exactly, precisely the sources I needed, just when I needed them. Therefore, I have written something
true and
useful.
I feel a quiet joy, but meanwhile I need to go pack for my weekend at college.