Wednesday was the last day of classes. Sophomore year has quietly come to an end. I’m just going to say this up front: weird. Weird is not eloquent, and it’s certainly an odd description, but that’s how I’m feeling. Weird.
Not weird in a you-are-strange-get-away-from-me kind of way, but more of an onerous incredulity. Can onerous even modify incredulity? If it hasn’t before, it can now. Last year I remember thinking that freshmen year completely flew by…and here I find myself again, asking what happened to sophomore year. Time flying is not an accurate phrase; time vaporizes.
I don’t know how to feel. Surrounded by boxes, book, and chaos, it appears that my most pressing concern is moving myself out of this shoebox I call a room… Ok, actually, I am a little bit scared…and apprehensive. BUT, this year I told myself I’d do a few things differently…
This year I am choosing joy. I’m also choosing Jesus, and more importantly, I’m choosing to trust Him. At church, Pastor Adam made a passing remark, but it was one that I scribbled down: Jesus holds your future, and a He will hold you well.
Next semester I am embarking on the first of what is hopefully two semesters abroad. I’ll be studying in Grenoble, France, at L’Université de Grenoble-Alpes, and hopefully picking up all of the language’s lovely colloquialisms as I stay with a host family. It’s a little nerve-wracking, but I’m excited! I’ve been dreaming about this since I was 8 years old.
There are a few things that I want to remember from the past year…
I acknowledged my creativity and gave it a chance. I was a staff writer and photographer for BU’s lifestyle magazine (made it in both print issues!), and staff photographer for BU’s foodie magazine (photo editor next year!). I learned about magazine journalism, wrote a lot, and had the privilege of talking to many interesting people in Boston.
Understanding that sometimes, life is challenging. You take detours you don’t want to take, and you’re stuck waiting around…but here’s a little bit from Jeremiah:
This is what the Lord says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”
A lot of people will cite Jeremiah 29:11. It’s a sweet little promise: “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
But! Someone once mentioned that it’s important to look at the context in which promises are given. God is speaking to the Israelites during their time of exile in Babylon. I’m going to take a wild guess and say this was no picnic.
So, this year I learned that sometimes, God and I are a little bit out of synch, but that doesn’t mean He stopped caring. I personally believe that challenges are one of the ways God draws us closer to him, because He is giving us another opportunity to trust him. Yes, He has something wonderful in store…but don’t get discouraged if the sailing isn’t smooth.
Squaw and I became friends because I sat next to the least-scary-looking person on the first day of lab. Thanks for lots of laughs and never a dull moment.
Lunch buddies! I have finally made a few friends in a campus ministry (or any ministry, for that matter). I also joined a community group at Aletheia that I love.
And above all? Facing fear, trusting God. Thanks Clarisa; that’s still sticking with me, even now.
I’m excited for summer! I hope you are too, friends.