So this is my first post since being back at school. I am SO glad to be back! To have a roommate I can relate to and talk intimately with, who has taught me more about God in the past week than I learned in my time before coming to college. I love everything about her and cannot wait to see where this semester leads us. I do need to learn to be more intentional though. It's easy to find myself distracted.
Well, college life is a little less busy this semester than the past 4 I've had. Since there were no available desk jobs on campus I am currently unimployed. I enjoy the extra time (which I'm still learning to use wisely) but miss the money in my pocket. At least now I can concentrate more on my studies and the relationships around me.
I'm still adjusting to college life. Switching from a summer of rest to a little more active life was hard and exhausting at first but I think I'm getting the hang of it. I just need to learn to not enjoy sleep so much. My one weakness has become my bed.
I started a Dream Log book for psychology a few days ago and suddenly I've been having the weirdest dreams. They consist usually of my family, Dan, Suzy, and Em. When I say they're weird I mean that in the sense that I would feel uncomfortable even writing them out.......but alas, I am required to write them out for a grade. I'm hoping this odd uncontrolled thinking does not last for long. My prof might think I'm psychotic or something.
God has been teaching me a lot this past week (as is His usual manner). It must have been the longest week of my life. Two things I am praying for.....I pray constantly now that God's will would be done (sometimes I forget to do that and begin to hold on to things more than I should) and I also pray that God would strip me of my pride. It has been a constant destroying nature in my life that I would be all the more happy to be rid of. I don't know how God will do it but it is something I want more than even the healing of my neck (which is hard to not want over anything right now).
Randy G. told a story in his sermon yesterday that hit me. He talked about his inner sense of direction and how precise it is. One time he was taking a walk in the woods and after a while he came upon a spot that looked similar to the one he had started at. Well, it ended up being the exact same spot. Somehow he had gotten turned around. The scary thing was, there had been no warning signs that he was going in the wrong direction. That story is kind of like our life. We start walking in one direction, having full confidence we're walking on the right path, but sooner or later we encounter something we thought we had already passed (dealt with). There were no warning signs. We cannot trust ourselves to stay on the right path. I may think I'm leading a selfless life, but suddenly someone wakes me up and I look back and realize I had somehow gotten off that path. Praise God for repentence and forgiveness. I am also thankful for the prompting of the Holy Spirit, who, like bread crumbs left on the path, helps lead us back to where we should be.
Well, I must start on homework now. I hope all who are reading this are well and enjoying their weekend! (Thank God for Ozarks 4-day weekend policy :D)
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