The cold is nowhere to be found. I don't lose sleep over that one since I prefer sunshine and swimsuits over parkas. It's allowing me warmth a little while longer I guess. Time is passing quicker and quicker. Only two or so months till I turn twenty, only two or so years till I wave good-bye to College Station and a life I believe I just began. I'm sure you can relate wherever you find yourself. Everything is always a countdown for us, isn't it? I try to grab hold of it, breathe deeper, do more yoga, but to no avail.
Sophomore year is not freshman year. It's more mature, scheduled, foggy, the in-between, but thrilling. Things matter more. A ferral cat is still my good luck charm, but I have less of an inclination to woo him into my backpack. That's sophomore year. Common sense. You know that moment when you are standing at the base of an escalator and you look down, stick your foot out and decide which step to stand on? It's quick. If you don't move, you'll miss it and the step will pass you.
I've stepped, and I'm moving.
The Lord has remained. 20 years and counting. Doesn't surprise me, really. Actually, He has remained for much longer than my microscopic 20 years.
His provision is sufficient.
Until now, I had been staring down at the escalator. If you look up and set your foot down, it will catch you. He has promised it.
Life happens when you act in God-granted opportunity. Stability is found in your gaze.
"Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to rescue you from the lions?" Daniel answered, "O King, live forever! My God sent his angel and he shut the mouths of the lions. They have not hurt me, because I was found innocent in his sight. Nor have I ever done any wrong before you, O king." The king was overjoyed and gave orders to lift Daniel out of the den. And when Daniel was lifted from the den, no wound was found on him, because he had trusted in his God.
Be surprised this fall. Let yourself be surprised. I think if we allowed ourselves to feel a little less deserving and qualified, the little things would surprise us more. And who doesn't like the thrill of surprise?