And just like that I have one Monday left of my high school career.
A year ago, a month ago, even a week ago I thought I would feel relieved about this, I thought I would be overflowing with joy, but I’m not. I am far from comfortable with this. The reality of the race is starting to sink in. I am going where nothing will be comfortable, life as I know it in a town in Wisconsin is going to be flipped upside down.
Monday mornings won’t be spent sleeping in “5 more minutes mom,” and falling asleep in 1st hour study hall. They’ll be spent waking up wrapped in a sleeping bag in an unfamiliar place doing unfamiliar things. I won’t be walking the halls or sitting in windowless classrooms thinking to myself, “wow it’s been a long week,” and chuckling to myself in my head. The thing is I have no idea what I’ll be thinking, I have no idea what I’ll be doing!
Will I be having the time of my life? Will I be homesick? Will the race be everything I’m hoping for AND more? Will I be happy? Will I be okay with the fact that my Mondays aren’t spent in lecture halls?
What will I be feeling?
For me it’s unknown, but I think we all know who knows what I will be feeling on those Monday mornings away from home.
God the almighty.
He will know, he knows all.
He has everything planned out.
God has a plan.
Personally I don’t think Monday mornings were created to be comfortable. Maybe Mondays were made to wonder about the possibilities, made to wonder about Gods plan. Maybe Mondays were created to wonder about the week ahead, the month ahead, 6 months ahead, the year ahead.
Maybe if we think like that Mondays won’t feel so much like Mondays anymore, but, maybe like the start of something wonderful.
“So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead” Peter 1:6
So now on this Monday evening in the comfort of my cozy home in Appleton, Wisconsin I am thinking about the possibilities, of tomorrow, and the next day, and next Monday, and where ever God decides to bring me.
And now I am thinking about my last Monday of high school, a week from when I am writing this, and smiling. Smiling because I know I will be thinking of the possibilities and the wonderful joy ahead.
I am becoming less fearful of my future, definitely not comfortable with the unknown, but less fearful.
So next Monday morning I don’t want to be dreading everything about it. I don’t want to walk around like a zombie, but observe all the great things Mondays bring. I’ll stop sleepwalking around the halls and maybe notice something new, hopefully notice something new, something that will make me smile on the last Monday I will spend at the school that has sculpted me these past four years.
I hope I will enjoy that last Monday, and wonder, wonder about all the great things God has in store for me.
