We had a meeting just hours before we were to walk across the stage, accept our diplomas, and begin the rest of our lives. They told us when to walk in, where to sit, when to stand and when to sit down. They told us when to stand to our feet, walk across the stage, and shake the hand of the man that handed us a sixty thousand dollar piece of paper (that did NOT come in a bejeweled frame, I might add).
But they did not tell us what to do after.
Some of us knew what we were supposed to do. Some of us knew exactly what to do and where to go when they stepped out into the sunlight that is the rest of our life. And they are currently living their dream.
However for the rest of us, the ones like myself, we are at a loss. You see, no one told us what to do next. No one said there would be several paths laid out in front of you-and you'll have to pick the right one. No one said just how difficult it would be. All the options seem good. All of them seem like the right one. All of them seem do-able.
That's the problem. There are too many choices. Good ones.
No one told me just how hard it would be to pick one. No one told me about the anxiety that would come with making this decision. No one told me that it would consume my waking hours. As I write this, it seems like a dramatic thing to say. But it's the truth.
The good news is I know my life has a purpose. I know that God has led me to this point in my life and He's not going to abandon me to myself now. I also know that God is most definitely NOT going to say when I get to heaven, "Woops, its too bad you didn't chose to be a missionary. You sure wasted your life teaching those children."
I am trying to tell myself that with each passing day that I don't get the job I apply for, it is because God has a greater purpose for me somewhere else. I've heard this verse so much now it's almost a cliche but God promised me a long time ago-
"I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"
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