My usual “wait until the very last minute to register for the new semester” gig is starting to get old, and yet, I have done it again. I finished everything that needed to be finished and registered for my new classes on January 17th, and the first day of classes was January 18th. In fact, I procrastinated so badly that I completely forgot to buy any of my textbooks (this is where I would put the upside down smile emoji.)
So here I am: the first week of the Spring 2017 semester is halfway over and I have no books, got financially cleared by the Grace of God, and operating under obscene stress outside of school…and *in my best Maya Angelou voice*…still I rise. I rise because I am here. I rise because God is doing amazing things, whether I can see them or not. I rise because I woke up this morning. I rise because He gives me strength to rise. I strive to be somewhat transparent on this blog, and in an effort to do so I will can honesty say that I can do nothing without Him. I will never accomplish anything worth accomplishing without Him. Without Him I am nothing. I’m not even going to pretend that I have a plan for this semester because I don’t. I have no steps to have a great semester and no formula that is going to make everything turn out alright. All I have is Jesus, and He’s honestly all I need. I find it comforting to know that the only thing we really need is ours and He’s always right there beside us, chilling.
Because of Him, I have confidence that this semester will rock. Because of Him, I am not afraid of the future. Because of Him, everything is going to be alright. For you, too.
It’s an (for lack of a more comprehensive and accurate word) interesting time in America right now. Tensions are high and peace seems to be a distant illusion. Whether or not the election garnered the results you hoped for, it’s easy to feel off kilter in your personal life as a result of the chaos happening around you. Transitions and changes are hard. It’s a new semester, new year, new president, maybe even a new you with new friends and new habits (or the same old you who always makes New Year’s resolutions but always falls back into your old ways on January 2nd, but I digress.) This much change can be earth-rocking and hard to swallow. But this too shall pass, and come tomorrow morning you will be stronger than ever.