I stared at the group of college students across the cafeteria as they ate dinner together. At the full table, I couldn't help but observe how many eyes were glued to phone screens. The scene was saddening but not unusual in our society. When did eating a meal together stop revolving around rich laughter, deep conversation, and friendly encouragement?
If you're tired of feeling trapped, this poem is for you. If you're weary of fighting and losing, this poem is for you. If you're ready to be free, this poem is for you.
In reality, it doesn’t matter what major I pick. It doesn’t matter whether I take 19 credits or 12 credits. It doesn’t matter whether I have 20 friends or 5 friends. It simply matters that I seek Christ. Above a college degree. Above a well-paying job. Above a lot of blog followers. Above a book contract. Above a certain number of friends.
I just wish God would make my struggles disappear. I know He could do it if He wanted to because He can do absolutely anything (Luke 1:37). But that doesn’t mean He will. His plan is so much greater than that.
There are so many things I need to do that I’m not doing. I need to do more, try harder, be better…but I’m not. If I set New Year’s resolutions for 2019, I’ll set myself up to fail. I can’t and won’t live up to my standards—or even God’s standards. As soon as I look away from my list of resolutions—or maybe even while I’m still writing them—I’ll fail.