Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
So when we have to make a morally neutral decision (i.e., a decision that's neither moral nor immoral), we panic. I believe that in wanting to follow God’s will for our lives, we’ve gone from one extreme to the other—not caring what God thinks about our decisions to being terrified that God will despise the decisions that we make. What if there’s a balance between both of those extremes?
I don't know if you're a control freak like me, but I do know that trying to be in control is exhausting—because it's actually impossible. The outcome may or may not be good if you manipulate the situation to get what you want, but the outcome will be good if you choose to let God have control of the situation.
Some soon-to-be-college-grads whom I know have plans for the future already. They already have jobs lined up, they’ve already met Mr. Right, or they’ve already chosen to further their education. But I don’t have anything set for my life after April. And that scares me.
Surely, this thought has crossed your mind recently. We’re all wondering if (and hoping that) 2021 will be better than 2020. After all, 2021 can’t be any worse. It has to be better, right?
But one thing hasn’t changed in five years: I still want to be a writer. And honestly, there's enormous hidden pressure on me to get a book deal, see my name on the front cover, and be famous. This pressure doesn’t come from my parents, sisters, or friends. It comes from my Try-Harder Self—and she’s the dogmatic, degrading, and demanding type.
My. Senior. Year. What a scary combination of words. At least, I’m really scared by that combination of words. Of course, I have the usual concerns about doing well in my classes and juggling work with school. But more than that, I’m worried about what I’m going to do after graduation in May. What the heck am I going to do with the rest of my life?
I'm not saying that I'm going to let go of my relationship with Maddy. But grasping this relationship so tightly is making me exhausted. But what—or who—should I grasp instead?
Summer is not my favorite season—and that's not just because summer is hot and humid or because summer is often a lethargic, unproductive season. It's mostly because summer is the season when I have to wear a swimsuit. Which I hate. Perhaps you can relate to one (or all) of these three fears that I've had during swimsuit season.
Yes, I'm referring to the coronavirus. This sickness is a hot topic in our culture right now. However, it's more than just a sickness. In fact, I'm more scared about its effects than the possibility that I could catch it.
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