I hate stress - I feel the twinge of panic, of a emotional reggedness, prowling around the edge of my psyche. The heat was turned up and I am starting to go crispy around the edges. Over the last couple of quarters I’ve watched the rest of my VLI class slowly fragment with the second year students cranking up into gear to graduate and move off into ministry whereever and the only other first year student getting horribly busy with planned mission trips, kids camp and job responsibilities. The evening classes were getting more and more fragmented - we decided to break at the 1/2 way point of the class during dark cold months “until the weather improves” only to sick with breaking at 1/2 way once the evenings got light again.
Im whining. I know.
What I want is the close class of peers again. I miss them, miss the human contact and the sense of attacking difficult material as a group together, sharing in the successes and pains of one another as we progress through the course. Right now I’m floating in limbo - the summer quarter, not quite a second year and certainly not a first year student - with only one other person for classes through the summer.
Roll on fall is all I can say. I’ve been praying and have raised the urgency of the prayer a few notches of late … praying for at least 6 people to start the course in the fall (2 from each of the 3 established Vineyards in town). I know what I want, whether that’s what God wants is another thing entirely! 
Non illigitamus carborundum