A Novel Hurt

School is starting tomorrow and I am thoroughly anticipating all the joys of learning to ensue. I'm in a season of life where I feel so raw and malleable, so looking forward to new adventures around the corner can either bring a) anxiety or b) joyous anticipation. But I find myself here: presently riding on this current of thankfulness and quietness. I feel swept away as I reflect on how God has given me opportunities to surrender the very crutches of trusting Him. More importantly, I've been learning much about finding my identity in Christ. Needless to say, it's as if my pride and expectations have been completely swallowed and rearranged by grace. His hand has been tough, but tender this past month. 

I'm just so grateful. 

With situations as these, it's not unusual for me to wallow in self-pity, hurt, and doubts. But this time, the severing of dreams and expectations stings WORLDS less because my trust has been placed in the Almighty God. To add even more cushion, I'm usually left with so many doubts and unanswered questions. No closure. However, circumstances, and helpful insights have given me more than enough clarity that I need to move on and look ahead. My heart is at peace knowing that God has orchestrated so many different events to accomplish his will. I will not fight for what I want, but rather, gratefully accept all that he has given me. A verse that has completely shifted my bratty-but-i-want-it attitude has been Psalm 16:5, "The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot."

"My hopes and dreams, here at your feet."
-Starfield