Unknown

I realized the other day that my four year plan has been whittled down into a two more semester plan. What once seemed like an eternity is now a list of 10 little classes. And before I know it, it will be 5, and then it will be none. When you’re facing senior year of high school, things seem so much more sure and planned. You’re headed to college somewhere, what you’re studying isn’t necessarily a huge factor quite yet… there’s always time to re-plan. You’ll be there for 4 years. But when you’re facing college graduation, things feel a lot scarier. I’m realizing that my plan has 1 more year on it… and after that, I don’t know what will happen. Yes, I have to go to grad school. But where? And how will I pay for it? What if I don’t know anyone? I came to college with some of my best friends. Where will my friends come from? What if I don’t get into grad school? I’m not good with the unknown, and it felt good having a 4 year plan. It felt safe. But I guess that’s life… you can plan all you want, but in reality, you’re not the one writing the story. And maybe that’s a good thing, because I often don’t know what I need. It’s hard trusting that He knows the plans He has for you. But that truth is true, whether I can make myself believe it or not. That's something I'm thankful for.