Hey everyone, sorry this is late! My life has been pretty crazy, but I promise to try to be more consistent. I hope you enjoy part five of my story!
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That following Friday, I had to force myself out of bed—still worn out from my sleepover on Friday.
“Be quiet.” I mummer, as my alarm beeped relentlessly.
Don’t get me wrong—I love going to church. But lately, between the sleep deprivation of late night study sessions and my sleepover, I felt like I couldn’t sleep in long enough.
“OK, I’m moving.” I finally said, as my clock continued to beep. I slammed my hand on the off button and forced myself to sit up. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, picked out something to wear, and headed out the door, my little sister having about ten times more energy than me.
“Olivia, you look like a zombie.” My sister Elsie commented.
“I know” I admitted, walking out the door with my family.
With that, I headed into my car and followed behind my parents to our Grace Church—a familiar church that we’ve been attending since I was a kid. Usually, I ride with them, but today I decided it might be good to follow behind and have some time to myself to think. The road to Grace Church wasn’t super congested and it was a pretty easy drive, so it driving down the long dirt paved roads gave me a chance to reflect on my week.
How is it that I was having such a hard time adjusting to college—I’ve always liked school, and done well in it. I’ve never had a teacher who disliked me before, but for some reason, I get the vibe that my english teacher does. And my english teacher, of all people! English lit has always been my favorite subject—I love writing and I’ve been told that I can do it pretty well. Why does this teacher seem to have it out for me?
Even more frustrating was the fact that I’ve been looking forward to college since I was little. I always thought it would be an exciting experience—one where I’d be challenged in ways that would help me become the successful career women I’ve always dreamed of being.
But I never dreamed it would have been this much of a challenge.
Finally, after following my parents through the backroads to our humble little church, we arrived in the parking lot. And, As I climbed out of my car, I began to feel myself breath again. There was something familiar and comforting about being at church. The environment felt warm and homey—completely different from the cold environment of college life.
I walked in with my parents and Elsie and found our old familiar seat as the band began to practice. They were playing an old Newsboys song that I recognized from the Christian radio station—Your Love Never Fails. I felt myself get lost in the music until before I knew it, it was time for church to start.
The message was applicable, about how there is a season for everything and how some seasons test us—revealing our true colors in all of their hues. I folded my hands on the cover of my Bible and listened intently. It was as if the Holy Spirit was trying to catch me attention in this moment.
After church, I heard a voice from behind me. “Hey!”
I turned around to see the worship leader’s wife, Ms. Kerrie.
I smiled, grateful for another familiar face. “Hey Ms. Kerrie.”
“Hey Olivia, how have you been?”
“Ok…” I hesitated, forcing a grin. “First week of college.”
“Really? That’s great! How’s it going?”
I could have glossed over it in the moment. I could have answered with a simple fine, but somehow I knew she’d see right through it.
I shrugged. “It’s an adjustment. It’s sort of a different world than what I’m used to.”
“I bet.” She agreed. “I remember college—a lot of changes, huh?”
“You know,” she began. “If you ever want to talk, I’d be happy to meet with you one day. I remember college—it can be a confusing time in your life—trying to figure out who you are and where you’re going in life.”
“Sure,” I began. “I’d love to talk sometime.”
“Great. I’ll give you my number and maybe we can plan a day this week?”
“Yeah.” I agreed, feeling like perhaps this was a sign.
Maybe God really does still have his hand on my life in the midst of this new season.
“That would be great.”
With that, we exchanged numbers and planned a day to meet for lunch. And, with that, I felt a good feeling begin to wash over me. Deep down, I felt myself remembering something that I’ve known all along.
God is bigger than any university.
I can handle this.