Journal

Journal

Date: 07/09/10

Summer. Its over so fast. And after that there looms before me the frighteningly ominous prospect of...college.

Its not that I’m exactly anxious about it. I feel like I’m prepared academically. I already know a lot of the professors, I have friends and family already on campus, and I’m excited for new friends and new experience that will surely grow me and my faith. But, there are aspects to it that are admittedly terrifying.

For one thing, laundry! I’ve had older, wiser college friends tell me its really not that complicated. They’ve assured me I’ll do fine. But part of me still quakes in fear at the thought of trying to tame that horrifying machine.

Secondly, who will laugh at my jokes? I don’t have my younger siblings there to laugh at me (and if its fake laughter, they’ve never let on) to bolster my self confidence… Oh wait, I have three older siblings there, from whom I’m sure I can draw at least pity giggles.

Last, but not least, coffee. I’ve never liked it, but after witnessing my older siblings’ metamorphosis from mere high school child to college adult, I’m afraid it is absolutely essential to the transition. I saw the tell-tale signs every time we visited them — wide eyes, unstoppable chattering, an affinity to all-nighters, and an irresistible urge to stop at every Starbucks within a five–mile radius to order tripe-shot lattes at any hour of the day! So how do I, a meek and foolish freshman planning to double-major in Piano Performance and Journalism, expect to survive without this life-giving but disgusting potion?!

Only God knows.

Truth is, I’m sure I’m not ready yet, but thank goodness its only July! At the beginning of my senior year, I was truly heartsick about the thought of leaving. I was so content with my life at that point and so afraid of being unprepared I nearly cried every time the subject was broached. But my dad told me that I didn’t have to prepared then. He assured me that God would give me everything I needed — when I needed it. No sooner, no later. I only needed to pray for his perfect timing.

Well, I can honestly confess that I believe He is bringing me to that point. I will still miss my younger siblings and my parents with all my heart when I leave, but I’ve realized that in this journey of life, I have many, many more steps to take. Many more changes to embrace. And, as I trust in the kindness and grace of my Savior, I know I will never be alone to face them.

So that leaves me about forty days to develop a liking for coffee…

Much love, Emily ♥