Senior year has not been easy. I don't know why I believed whoever told me that it would be because it has been probably my most challenging semester at Rice, academically, emotionally, and spiritually. There have been many firsts this semester and tough lessons to be learned. One is on the concept of trust.
So at the end of last year before going to Urbana, I had been struggling with trusting God and having joy in that. I could "trust" God but I had no joy knowing that everything was in his control. I thought after Urbana I had understood more about what that meant to trust Him, and I guess I did because by the middle of that spring semester I was ok with not following through with my lifelong dream. I didn't really know what to expect at that point in terms of post-graduation plans, but I felt a sense of peace momentarily. So going along with my happy self, trusting that God had a good plan for me, I think at some point I got things confused and instead of actually trusting God I was just avoiding the problem all along--which was that I had lost my passion and motivation for my dream. I didn't really have faith that God would bring back that passion and so I started doubting in other areas too, and that led to me doubt almost everything I did. I became so caught up in trying to do the "right" thing and getting things perfect. Because I had lost "control" of that area of my life--my future plans--I tried to replace it with other things--namely academics, which is why this semester I cared more about school than I ever have. I tried to justify myself by thinking, "Just as long as this
one area is good, I still have a reason for persevering," but it fell short too, and along the way, I sacrificed time with God and time with family. I think I realized how self-centered I can become without even trying.
So back to the lesson of trust. I can't say I have learned what it means, but God has definitely used this semester as a test to see how much I actually do trust Him (which is not very much).
Lord, sometimes it is painful to trust you. It is painful knowing that I can't hold onto what I want but that I must trust that what you want is greater and better. It hurts to let go of academics and career and relationships all for the sake of following you. Please show me what it means to find the most joy and satisfaction in trusting you like your Son did when He died on the cross for us. I tried to grasp onto just one thing in this world, one thing that I have planned out so carefully from since I was in grade school, and it has almost completely escaped me. Show me how to be mindful of your ways and not mine, to put you first and myself last, to trust in you with all my heart.