When the course schedule for the following semester is
posted, there is always a sudden cease of productivity. We get caught up in
planning the next load instead of trying to conquer the one right in front of
us. This is especially true for me, since I have a tendency to get caught up in
planning my entire life. But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned, is that
life is too arbitrary to plan every minute detail.
Last summer, I decided it would be a good idea to look over
my degree plan just to see what I needed to take in order to graduate. When I
saw that I had less than I’d originally thought, I freaked. It was looking like
I was going to graduate early. And I did NOT want any part of that. So I
thought and thought and thought about what I could do in order to prevent this
from happening. The solution seemed obvious. I needed to add a new minor.
So here I am, almost a year later, trying to complete a
minor that gives me more trouble than it’s worth, and I’m not so sure that I’ll
even use it. Now it’s time to face the truth: I’m graduating in two semesters
whether I like it or not. I’ve never prepared myself beyond that point, and
that’s why I think I’ve been so afraid. I can’t see everything that lies ahead
of me, and I’m never totally able to trust that everything is going to be
completely fine.
But that’s not how it’s supposed to work. Nothing in life is
guaranteed. God doesn’t promise riches. He doesn’t promise academic success.
And He certainly doesn’t give us the answers we want the moment we want them.
Even though these things aren’t certain, we are promised to be loved, and we
are promised to be cared for.
“Consider
the lilies, how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you,
that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
Luke 12:27
When we consider how much greater God created us compared to the rest of Creation, we know that we will be taken care of no matter what comes our way. Giving your life to God may seem risky, but at the end of it all, everything will turn out better than anything we could have planned on our own.
Shelby Olive
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