The Real World's Knocking on My Door. Can I Act Like I'm Not Home?

So I just finished my sophomore year in college, and that means I am halfway through my college experience. Soon I will pushed out into the big bad world with nothing to help me but the degree in my hand in the bits of random knowledge in my head.

Even now, I am beginning to see my security blanklet slipping away, as I am handed more tasks to complete and more responsibilities to uphold.

Everyone says that these times, these college years are the best years of you life. They are right! The friends I have made in these last two years are friends that I intend to keep forever and I already have enough memories to last a lifetime. But what they fail to say is the pressure that lurks around the corner of these years. The real world is a scary thing, and is the only thing on a college student's mind, especially in the final two years.

Is my resume good enough?

Do I have enough experience?

Will I be able to answer all their questions?

Are we ready?

Time will only tell!

The Epic Bug

The Epic Bug

As the ladybug
inched along
the tiled floor

With legs
moving at the
speed of light

Observing surroundings
getting closer
to tall objects

Closer
and closer
and even closer

Squish!
He meets
a foot

It's all about trust!

This weekend I learned a very important lesson. One that is vital in my walk with Christ. I learned to fully trust him with my life!
I mean, I always trusted in him but there was always a part of me that questioned God's reasoning for me.
"Why is this happening?"
"What could I possibly learn from this?"

This weekend my father was planning to come to visit us from Michigan. I don't get to see him very often so when I do it's a big occasion. The morning he was supposed to arrive I recieved a call. He explained to me that there was a huge snowstorm that hit Ohio making his bus dicuss the possibility of cancelling. He said he would call me later to give me the results of the discussion.
The moment I got off the phone I prayed that I would get to see my father later that day. An hour had passed before I recived the verdict.
He couldn't make it!
I was crushed!
I then began to wonder why God didn't let my dad come to me. It wasn't till my father called me back later that day that I recieved that answer.
" I can come in two weeks." My dad stated while trying to make the situation better.
As he said this, I glanced at my calendar. Two weeks was Easter weekend!. My dad hadn't been with us for Easter in at least 3 years! That's when I knew that this was all in God's plan. He wanted my dad to be with his family on Easter.

At that moment, I hit my knees and gave him praise!