They say hindsight’s 20-20, and I tend to agree with that statement. The thing is that, at the beginning of this year (07), I would have said that I wished that I went straight into ministry at some church like, among others, my best friend Jeremy did. I felt so discouraged going to Applebee’s every week and trying, albeit unfruitfully, to sell crappy copiers, but as this semester draws to a close, I am starting to finally realize why I am here (TN). I don’t believe that every single moment and event in one’s life is divinely inspired, not even close in fact, but I can’t shake the feeling that Kristi and I are here for such a time as this, and if it’s only for a while longer, I don’t know, because not even tomorrow is guaranteed. While we’re here though, I’ll make the best of the opportunity to learn, because who knows the next time I’ll be able to learn like this again, probably never, but I digress. I’ll thank God for a job to go to even if I dread it on the way, and stomach it most of the time that I’m there. I’ll cling to those times I’ve been able to share with some cool people the things I’ve learned from some amazing people, profs and peers alike.
Because of this semester, my faith is stronger, the things I believe become more concrete with each day. If I had done this earlier in my life, I don’t believe that I’d be able to keep my faith, but as I heard from a song, “This town was meant for passing through, but it ain't nothing new. Now go and show them that the world stayed round…You better run for the hills before they burn…” ©
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