Annie Dillard: "It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews."
Senior year is feeling rather like that. Too much stuff happening, not enough time, no way to process it. Change is occurring in multiple layers. On the best days it feels like acupuncture: you can feel the needles go in and it isn't exactly pleasant, but you can sense the positive results of the treatment. On the worst days it feels like debridement of burnt flesh, and the silent scream is small release.
So what is the crash helmet? Where are the life preservers? Are there any seat belts on this ride?
Only prayer and God's Word. They will be enough.