Dear Jesus,  The final round. With every new year and apartment address, You have worked in ways I could not have imagined. Here I am, days before the beginning of many “lasts.”  But I’m not ready to dwell on the “lasts” of senior year. Not yet. I just want to continue to say yes to the opportunities You provide. Help me to be content in the here and now, taking each day as it comes.  If COVID-19 taught us anything, it’s that nothing is certain. We live in a chaotic and broken world, where unknowns and question marks line the road ahead. But in the anxiety that may come with…