Wow, I can’t believe that happened. I just graduated. I walked across the stage clutched the diploma in my left hand, shook with my right and walked back to my seat. That quick it was over with. Just a memory in my mind.
I woke up that morning not having any feeling. What was there to expect? Twelve years of school was now over. No more waking up at 6 a.m. every morning and taking that forty minute drive to school. Those forty minutes was when I would process the day ahead of me or those days that were behind me. I didn’t mind the drive, that’s when I would blare Bethel and sing my heart out and sing like no one was watching. Some of the teachers, well most of teachers, wont be missed, BUT there are those few that I connected with and they impacted my life tremendously, and those teachers I won’t forget. The majority of my class will be a vague memory and the majority of them I will never see again. I do have those few that I surrounded my life with and that I will keep up with.
After you graduate it does give you a different perspective in life. It places you in reality. Real life. Sometimes you ask that one question: what am I doing here? What is my purpose? Some of us haven’t found that yet and some are still looking, but for me I’ve found my purpose. Not all of us are called to the mission field but we all are called to spread the love and the word of the gospel. So when you ask yourself, what is my purpose, you answer satan back with God is my savior, He is the light of the world, and He will guide my in every footstep in his ultimate perfect timing. He will place me where He wants me to be.
