This may be by far one of the most random things I’ve ever done.
Back in high school, they took a bunch of “average students that weren’t working up to our full potentials” over to the ROTC. I went because my best friend went, but really for me it was never going to happen. I was a college girl with below average grades who was raised in the suburbs but didn’t take school serious. So as I’m being the obnoxious teenager that I was and walking from classroom to classroom, I remember peeking my head into the dental hygienist office and seeing the other girls in there being like “hmpt that’s kinda cool, I would do that” but then quickly sticking my nose up in the air and being like, nope college is better than this and that is where you are headed sister friend. All C average you. (Um girl what?) I’m not proud of it, but I know God has a sense of humor and here we are almost 20 years later embarking on the path that finally feels right. It feels steady. And I think what I like most about this journey other than it feeling like a solid plan (for once) is that I still get to go to school. I’ll still get that degree that for some reason means so much to me. I am excited and willing to do whatever it takes to see this process through, I would love to have a career by 40.
I’m not sure of the path God has in store for me, but to say that I’m not scared is also an amazing feeling. Kind of like fighting moving to Phoenix and then falling in love with it.
I wrote this in a hurry. I needed it to be documented. The decision. So forgive me for the grammar mistakes and feeling like one big cluster of words.
I know, Lord, that our lives are not our own. We are not able to plan our own course. So correct me, Lord, but please be gentle. Do not correct me in anger, for I would die. (Jeremiah 10:23–24 NLT)