Fare Thee Well

Fact: saying goodbye to good friends is hard. Whether we like it or not, there comes a time where God summons us to the next season of our lives, and in most cases (if not all) you have to leave people you've come to know and love. Every six months, I find myself in this position, but on the side of the person watching friends move on to greater things yet to come; almost every time, I;m inspired by seeing them go, knowing well what they will be doing to advance the Kingdom, but at the same time it's just a rough patch to get through. Half the time, it's an emotional bummer, but the other half is excitement for them; being in the middle I feel is hardest. I've been here two and a half years, and every end of the semester I see incredible, inspiring people either go home or somewhere different while new incredible, inspiring people arrive unaware that's what they'll end up being. I've put a lot of thought into what the next season looks like. The answer or conclusion still has yet to reveal itself. At least I have the reassurance of knowing that whatever it looks like, wherever it takes place and for however long, God's got a plan. That's really what's gotten me through the majority of my college experience. I've got six months left (as far as I know), and I want to make the best of it.