The following is a note I had previously written and stashed away.
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My first year at Boyce I commuted. I fell in love with the school, especially during my second semester. But I felt disconnected; I would try and fail to be involved. I would try to get to know people, but see them weeks later and they had an established circle of friends. I probably drove some people away with my eagerness. I was desperate for friendship and connection. I wanted to be involved.
Nearing the end of the school year my friends were resident leaders, ambassadors in training, and fall semester howdy group leaders. They were excited about spring banquet. Halls were having parties at the DeKlavon’s house. I wanted to be involved and connected so badly, but I just felt foreign. I thought about going to Ms. Garnetta, knowing it was too late to sign up, but just asking to help in some way with the new students in the fall. My heart’s desire was to grow in relationships.
But how was I to do that living thirty minutes away and only having a handful of hours on campus a week? I was tugged away from my beloved campus due to having a shared vehicle with another commuter.
I got a job at Chick-fil-a in addition to the jobs I had playing and teaching piano. I crunched numbers and figured out that I could give four hundred dollars a month toward school to be able to live on campus. It would leave me with about $70 bucks on a good week to live off of, still without a car. I thought it was close to workable.
I beckoned my father who is a pastor into my room to hear my thoughts. He sat on my bed and listened; then he brought up the dreaded meal plan. I got on boycecollege.com and told him the price for room, board, and food.
“I think I could get financial aid.” I weakly offered.
Without responding to that, he quickly crunched the numbers himself. He stood up and before walking out, said with what I made I would have forty bucks a week to pay for insurance and books. That’s obviously not workable.
With a defeated smile he said life’s not fair is it? My eyes, beading with water, remained on my computer screen. No it wasn’t. This sure isn’t. I don’t have enough money to live on the campus of the most inexpensive schools I could attend. I didn’t respond.
“But ya know what, God can do amazing things.” he commented at the threshold of my bedroom. I still did not look up. I was angry and didn’t want him to see me crying.
He walked out but was not satisfied. He came back for a response.
“Do you believe that?” he asked.
“Yes.” I responded.
“Sometimes.” he said.
“I didn’t say that.” I bit back. I was mad at him for swooping in and almost cheerfully demolishing my dream.
But he was right, on both fronts. It’s not possible. But God does the impossible for His glory.
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I found this while searching for a template to use for a Baptist History assignment. I’m now entering my fourth semester at Boyce, and I’m not quite sure when I wrote this. But it’s raw, and I’ve left it as it is despite the tingling in this editor’s fingers.
I want you to see and to know that God does do amazing things.
Recently God has poured out his grace in my life in the form of new and renewed relationships. Some have required me to be rebuked and to repent; others have required a compassion and forgiveness I’ve never extended before. And He has blessed me beyond measure at Boyce and granted me the desire of my heart: the joy of fellowship.
But He has done more than that.
He has indeed done exceedingly and abundantly more than I could ask or think.
He has been conforming his servant to Christ. And I rejoice in that more than I rejoice in friendships I longed for. This is a work He has begun (surely only He could), and this is a work that He has promised to finish!
Here is my point: I’m not the same person I was when I wrote that. And it’s not because of a change of circumstance. It’s because of Jesus.
All glory to God!
“And I am sure of this, that He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” Philippians 1:6
P.S. For those who were wondering, yes, I did put my Baptist History homework on hiatus to write this blog.