In approximately eight months, I’ll likely join the billions of people working 9-5 (ish) jobs. I’ll collapse on the couch when I get home from the office. I’ll solely look forward to Fridays. I’ll talk too much with my coworkers about the “amazing” lunch I packed. And I’ll completely forget about my dreams because I’ll be spending my days in a lonely cubicle and spending my nights recovering from the workday. That's why I'm so scared about graduating from college.
I know I’m not the only one who struggles with swimsuit season—whether it’s figuring out how modesty is involved, picking a swimsuit that's cute and trendy, or determining who we’re trying to impress—the hot lifeguard or our great aunt. With that being said, perhaps you can relate some of the fears I’ve experienced pre- and post-swimsuit season.
Sure, the lack of toilet paper, the constant mask-wearing, and the frequent boredom are irritating. But perhaps the deeper—and subtler—reason we hate COVID-19 is because it wasn’t part of our plan.
My excitement about going home for spring break turned into nervousness about the unknown for the rest of the semester. I hate the unknown. That’s why I’m most concerned about the coronavirus. Because I don't know when I can resume my normal life again.
Even though Saul’s sin upset Samuel, God told Samuel it was time to stop grieving Saul’s sin. This is an incredible reminder for us that we aren’t meant to carry others’ sins (or the consequences) for them. Whether or not they've repented, they have to bear the consequences of their sins. You can’t bear those consequences for them.
I should be okay with hearing the word “no” when I expected to hear the word “yes.” But I’m not. I am surprised (not in the good way), and I am worried about the implications of that “no.”
I felt weary and distant from God, and I felt apathetic about my circumstances. I know that feeling a certain way isn’t necessarily a choice...but following our feelings is a choice. And it has consequences.
Even though disappointment hit me hard recently, that doesn’t mean I have an excuse to curl up in a ball and pout. God is working in ways I can’t always observe or understand, but His plan is at work. He can use me—and you—even in our disappointment.
We all struggle to find our identity in Christ alone. We all want to find our value in something we achieve, and we want others to notice our achievements. But Christ notices us—even without our achievements.
Homeschooler, if you ever think you’re weird or even abnormal for being homeschooled, stop. You’re not. You’re just different. And different can be a good thing.
What if—right now—we just need to rest in God and His perfect timing? What if we all learned to recognize that now may be a period of waiting—not dream-chasing?
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.
Feeling overwhelmed doesn’t end when you graduate from high school or college. It doesn’t end when you find a career. It doesn’t end when you get married or have kids. And it doesn’t end when you settle down and retire...but as Christians, we can rely on the fact that we will be free from stress in heaven.
We’ve seen God work in our lives, yet we don’t really think He will work in this particular situation or that particular circumstance. We’ve read God’s promises countless times, but we don’t know if they apply to us. We don’t always try to doubt Him or obsess about our issues. However, the presence of worry simply points to the truths buried in our hearts: we are self-centered and cynical human beings.