And so begins my last week in the cracked house with the overgrown lawn. It is so wild to stuff my stuff into boxes and realize my time here is closing. Who knew this sprawling, sleepish, maroon city would break and build so much in me. These past three years have dragged/stumbled/sprinted by, and looking back from the tail end of it, I can't believe the things the Lord has done. Coming to college, God prompted the end of my long-standing high school relationship. He ruined my plans to join a sorority. He refused to help me to connect to the church I originally envisioned myself at. He created a rift between me and my very best friend. He let me spend half of my freshman year ambling around campus in the dark, crying because I didn't understand why moving towards Him made everything else start falling apart.
And then. Then, He brought me into the most dynamic group of ragtags who taught me what love and emptiness and hope look like. He broke down so many fears and idols that I didn't even realize were crushing me until I was free from them. He restored the friendship I almost lost, making it deeper and more full than before. He let me exchange my small plans for big ones. He gave me friends who raised money to pay for my broken car, who have asked me to stand by them on their wedding day. He gave me so much more than I would have known to ask for. He revealed to me how every disappointment has the potential to give way to something incredible, if you hold on long enough to watch Him work.
I don't really know what happens post-college, and I don't really care. I've got the safety net of a loving Father who time and time again has proven Himself faithful to me. He's taught me that it just takes holding on long enough to watch Him work.
So, cheers to whatever comes next!
So, cheers to whatever comes next!
