Taking risks is hard. Seeing my best friends (and everyone else) make the easy decision of going to college is hard. I am preparing for something that I have no past knowledge about; I can’t get advice from my older friends or my guidance counselor because they don’t know either. I am packing my life into a 50 pound suitcase and leaving my comfy bed and small hometown for 3 months. The real shock hit me a few weeks ago when I realized I would have to somehow pack 3 months worth of conditioner. If you don’t know me personally my hair is crazy. I know how silly it is, but it just brought to my attention that I have never really done anything this unconventional.
I love the thought of these crazy adventures and opportunities, but when it comes to committing and acting on it, I freeze. With each step closer to God, Satan tugs at my feet and whispers in my ear all the “what if” and “you can’t”.
How ridiculous. I can do this. Not because I am strong,or I am brave, or I am adventurous, but because HE is strong, HE is brave, HE is adventurous.
So as the days grow nearer, and my fears grow larger, I am reminded that my God is greater.
