The BreakDown Pt.2

Life/Lord:

When people enter college, the plan usually is as follows:

• Meet new people
• Learn new things
• Have sex with a member of the opposite sex from every continent
• Gain/Lose weight
• Master the Art of Procrastination
  
• Graduate in 4 years

So far, I've met some amazing people, friends that I hope to have for the rest of my life. And I've learned so many more thing that I was never aware of. (For example, did you know that ___________ when the _________, you might see _________ in ___________ with the Matrix? Yeah. Go figure.) Thanks to my naivete and conscious, I still haven't gone so far as to have sex with a girl in North America, much less any other continent. I have lost weight. I have gained weight. Then I lost it and gained it again. Right now, it's in an odd balance that I hope is the worst it'll every get. And because I'm so good at procrastinating, I'm squeezing four years of college into five.

You read right.

Naturally, my ego is taking quite a beating for that one. Most/all of my friends that I've graduated with...have graduated. I know that it's no big deal, but my insides start to convulse whenever I have to explain the situation, which is interesting. (Aside from being an idiot for my freshmen year, I took my internship in DC, which took me off campus for one of my senior semesters. I also made the age-old mistake/decision to change my major, or at least my concentration in the middle of my senior year. So...yeah.)
I'm not letting it get me down too bad, and while I do regret skipping all those classes...it's happened for a reason. I am a full believer in God's utter and complete control over everything in existence. I'm in this position for a reason. My whole circumstance right now testifies to this.

For example, while working at kamp this summer, I've had a number of what I consider to be truly divine moments. I've had dreams in the past, before I've ever even heard of Kids Across America. These dreams, at the moment, would be completely ambiguous, and I'd toss it aside. However, as I come to kamp, some of these dreams would start to get lived out. I don't mean that they were these dreams with secret meanings and whatnot: I had a dream once where I was talking to someone, and they were crying. This person was wearing a blue shirt, and it was raining outside. This summer, at kamp, I had a kid in my cabin who was really homesick. He slept on the bunk above me, and I was trying to console him. And it was a thunderstorm.

I don't know what to make of that kind of event. But I can't ignore it. I don't mean for this to mean that I'm going to end up being some kind of Indiana Jones or something...but situations like that have happened WAY too many times this summer to ignore it. This has just gone to show me that God is truly directing my steps. The path leading to my working at KAA is a broken road, and for it to lead to an abstract dream coming true...something is definitely happening beyond what my eye can see.