Another Semester.

"I gotta do better this time, I gotta do better this year," I kept telling myself repeatedly. "It'll work out. It's another chance to give my all." Desiring to do well in school is a deep swirl inside my stomach, causing me to live-out my certain determination.

The morning chill struck my face, awakening my senses to a new day. As I walked around the familiar campus, the same buildings greeted me with their gloomy hello. I see the same morning glisten, as before. Same quiet pathways. Same peaceful stillness before a mad rush of uncertain young-adults flood like cattle. Same as years before. Almost an hour early, I was thankful for bringing my Bible, as I sat indoors, staring at a wall of modern art. Psalm 97 was on my lap, and the words sing to me still.

Overall, I am entirely satisfied with my teachers, my class-times, and my subjects. Time at school may be spread out a while, but I am allowed more room to focus without experiencing a brain meltdown. I trust what God has for me. It may not make sense to me, right now. I may not even SEE what doesn't make sense to me! But I do see this: open skies, that remind me of God's never-ending love. I see a path I'm charting. Although my path is unknown...it is not uncertain. For I am certain my life will be unfolded by the hands of my Maker - which causes me to crumble in humility and submit myself to His voice. Praise Him for it all.