Readers, friends, family, those who find my posts mildly entertaining, today I would like to share that I have learned an important lesson. To start, its relevant to mention that sometimes, when we learn life lessons, we aren't so happy about it. I'm sure most of you can relate to being a teenager and kicking and screaming, literally or figuratively, as your parents made you do something you didn't want to do. And there's this intriguing thing that happens in college: you think that you are FREE from authority and it's extremely difficult to continue to look at God as an authority figure that knows whats best. It sounds bad, but I don't always want to listen to Him, even though I know His plan for my life is much larger than myself and greatly more beautiful than anything I could imagine. Anyway, now back to the lesson that God pretty much sat me down and forced me to learn. Now, around this time twice a year, a dreadful event occurs called registration. It doesn't sound like a big deal at first, but picking classes can become overwhelming. Now, this semester, I was dead set on creating the PARADISE of scheduling, the schedule that would permit me to obtain optimal college student nap time, study time, and fun time. With this intention in mind, I did just that. My schedule contained just the classes I wanted, at the times I wanted, with the friends I wanted in my classes. However, merely 4 days before I was to enact this beautiful schedule, tragedy struck. I went to an advising appointment only to find out that my schedule can not be what I had originally planned. Now, this would normally be fine, however, I now have to take a more difficult class at 8:00 AM, which to me might as well be the middle of the night. I returned to my dorm, and let's be honest, I was throwing a hissy fit like a toddler would. I know, very mature of me at the age of 18. However, now that I've had time to calm my anger with Jesus music and this lovely blog post, I've realized something that God had probably intended for me to realize all along.
I'm not in charge. Not thinking about God at all and not praying during registration has led me to this lovely place where God had no choice but to set me down and make me suck it up and take an early and more difficult class. Now, I'm not sure what the reason for this is, but I'm sure God will create something beautiful out of it and prove my sassy, temper-tantrum throwing self entirely wrong. So I guess the moral of this story is that next time God wants to pick you up off your worn-down and messy path that is self-created, don't lay on the ground and whine like I did. Allow your loving Father to pick you up and humble you so that you don't miss out on the purpose He has for you. I sure wish I had done that this time, and will definitely take this into account in the future. Thanks for reading, and HAPPY EASTER!!!
An additional note: As I wished you, dear friends, a happy Easter, I noticed the interesting fact that I have come upon this lesson Easter weekend. Isn't it interesting that I would forget to let God be my sole purpose on the very weekend that He sent Jesus to become my reason for living and wipe my slate clean? I'm just so thankful that, when I stumbled away once again, God picked me up and set me back on the right path, especially on a weekend as wonderful as this one. Once again, have a very happy Easter.
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