I hope you’re having a fantastic week! I hope this adds a little sunshine to you day.
Truthfully, my week hasn’t been sunshine-and-daisies. Actually, I’ve been slowly eaten up with indecision and fear. If you’ve known me for any length of time, you probably already know that I hate surprises and that suspense absolutely kills me. You probably also know that I like being over-prepared for things–I don’t like being caught off-guard in a situation I didn’t plan for or that I don’t think I can handle.
So, you probably also know that I had a major (two, to be accurate) as soon as I walked into college. French and public relations; in my mind, they were as ideal a pairing as peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My four years at BU were mapped out. I was set. I knew everything that had to happen so that I would graduate on time with not one, but two, degrees.
But, you know what I never account for? Speed bumps. I think that we always forget that something’s going to go wrong…or, we just pretend that nothing’s going to go wrong, because it makes life a tad more pleasant.
Freshman year rolled by with few speed bumps. Sophomore year, however, has thus far been peppered with them. First, there was a little inkling in my mind that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t love PR. It was easy enough, and fun at times, but I didn’t love it. I also started thinking about what I would do…post-college (which is insane, but I am prone to over-thinking), and PR just wasn’t fitting the bill.
You see, life’s pretty short. I mean, look at us…sophomore year is about to wrap up! I’m hypothesizing that the rest of our lives aren’t going to just leisurely float by…they’re going to come at us at the speed of an airplane. So when I thought to myself, PR is what I’m going to be doing for the rest of my life (?!?!?!?!), I took a few steps back. But, that’s not all that I did.
In the approximately 72 hours that I’ve been mulling the rest of my life over, I’ve been doing a lot of talking with Jesus. A couple weeks ago, I was sitting with a friend, and she made an excellent point: Too often, God is the addition to our day. After our conversation, I was convicted. Jesus usually is the addition to my day, the last thing I turn to before I fall asleep. That’s not how I want it to be, though. If a relationship with God is like having a meal, then shouldn’t God be the main course, and not the appetizer?
I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I am still feeling very much overwhelmed. BUT, I am choosing to seek peace in Jesus, because he has already promised that he will take care of us. Maybe my perfect plan is unraveling, but, as Jennifer Rothschild (from my favorite Proverbs 31 Ministries) put it: “God wants us to run when we’re feeling overwhelmed. He wants us to run to him.” Friends, this week I’m encouraging you, when you’re feeling overwhelmed, to run. Run to God. Talk to him. Know that he’s listening. Know that he cares. You’re not so small that you’re insignificant. You matter. Know that whatever you are facing, the battle is already won. And when we look at things through the lenses of his Kingdom, we can put all else into new perspective.