One Year More

One more year….

Of finals.

Of cafeteria food.image (5)

Of dances.

Of nursing school.

Of classes.

Of dorm rooms

Of college.

Tomorrow I leave home for my senior year of college. It feels like only yesterday that I was sitting in the same room, sorting my clothes, excitement and fear coursing through my body, as I got ready for my freshman year.

Now, sitting on the floor, I am feeling the same levels of excitement and fear. The only difference is that I am more confident.

I am ready.

It is hard to explain, but even in the uncharted waters of graduation, NCLEX examinations, and finding a job, I feel calm.

I am terrified, don’t get me wrong. I have no idea what the future holds beyond graduations and passing my boards, but I am ready for whatever the future holds.

Psalms 2:8 states, “Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possessions.” I may not know what the future holds, but I do know that God is in control. He has the reigns on my life and he will equip me for whatever he has in store. I do not have to fear.

Those words have literally defined my summer.

I do not have to fear.

It is easy, when things are unknown and uncertain, to tremble in fear, and desire to stay where life is predictable and straightforward.

I see God move in incredible ways when life is unpredictable, intimidating, and demanding.

Because, when I am uncomfortable, I turn to God to breathe, to survive, and to thrive.

This summer has changed me.

As I step back on campus tomorrow, I will not be that fearful freshmen, that shy sophomore, or that jaded junior.

I feel different—more independent, more confident, and more inspired.

I have no idea what this next year of my life holds and what adventures God has planned, but I am ready to take on the world with God at my side.

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