Well – this is IT, as they say. By writing this I commit to blog with the hope that somebody besides me will read it occasionally. Frankly I’m not sure quite the correct way to go about this whole blogging thing, or at least how to begin it; I’ve been living all this time before, and it’s not as though I can miraculously review my life in a succinct paragraph like they might ask you to do in Biology.
Biology, my joy and my disappointment. I truly thought I would be a Biology major; I really did. Yet here I am, copping out and taking what some circles call a “soft degree” in English…. Hopefully. If I’m exceedingly lucky I will finish in another couple years. The question now becomes: does it matter if I finish in four years? Can I not just come home, for Washington will always be my home, and finish school somewhere there? I am not so committed to Clark as I was last year, for daily I see maybe one person I know or maybe two if I’m exceedingly lucky. All this to say that, like many other people at this point in their lives, I’m not sure where God is calling me to be. Or if He is calling me at all. I hear all these good Christians talk about God calling them to a career, or to a certain place, or He “gives them a heart for .” (Fill in the blank) Yet is that God? Do superimpose their desires onto God’s will, thinking to themselves, “I enjoy working on computers. That must be what God wants me to do with my life.”
My friends, I do not have the answers to the questions I ask. But through it all I also know that, where there is God—for surely there is, and He is alive—there is deep, abiding love. More than that I cannot say, but as He loves us so He will care for us one way or another.