Yesterday it hit me that I was halfway done with my college career. The truth is: I don’t want it to be over. Living in a dorm full of girls that truly care about me, attending class and chapel where the truth is spoken in love, interacting with professors who know their stuff and want to share it with me … I couldn’t dream up a more perfect environment.
Sure it comes with its share of difficulties. Who wants a 6:30 shower slot after late nights writing term papers on books you barely skimmed? But it comes with the territory. I like to think that it’s all a part of the memorable experience, and it definitely builds character. Somehow I managed to cram a shocking amount of memories into my four semesters here. Prayer nights after curfew, intramural victories, dorm bonfires, and my share of campus socials are what make the college experience exceptional.
And I don’t want to leave!
Selfishly, I want to stay here as long as possible and just be fed the truth of God’s Word and fellowship with others who love Him. Actually starting the ministry I came to prepare for? Now that’s seems scary.
My thoughts shift back to high school. I felt almost the exact same way. I didn’t want to leave my friends and familiar surroundings, yet God provided and proved that His plan was better than mine. How many times do I hear that message, and fail to remember when life gets scary? His plan is better than mine.
I don’t know how God wants me to serve Him when I leave here, but I can be assured that wherever He puts me, it’s going to be fantastic. So, bring on those last two years of school… I can’t wait to see what I get to do next.