Changes and Transitions

It’s been two and a half weeks since I accepted a pre-k (4 and 5 year olds) teaching position, and I can say without a doubt that it has been a crazy and interesting experience so far. I’m going to be completely honest, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, or if I would even like it because I’ve never taught pre-k before, and because three days a week I have two classes a day instead of one, but I already love all of those kids so much. They’re really smart and awesome kids, and I find myself looking forward to going to school every day to see them and talk to them.

As if taking this teaching position wasn’t enough change for me, I also decided to move in with my sister on a whim, which is so unlike me. If you’ve read my other postings, you know that I’m a planner, but the rest of my family is very impulsive, so for me to just decide to move out of nowhere is a big deal. I’ve been a country girl my whole life, but when I accepted this new teaching position, I knew I would need to move closer to the city, where my job is, because having to sit in an hour of traffic every day just isn’t something I want to do in my life, so my sister invited me to move in with her, who just moved back into her condo after the flood came though in May.

I’m going though so many changes and transitions in my life right now, and while it’s a lot of work and somewhat stressful, I feel like God is placing me exactly where He wants me to be in this season of my life. A lot of my previous posts talked about trusting God, and I know I keep repeating it, but honestly, God has really been teaching me continuously to trust in Him in every situation, in every season, and in every day life, even just doing the tiniest of things.

It’s not always easy for me to trust Him. In all honesty, there are times when I’m just like, “Okay, God. It would be nice if You would let me in on where You’re taking me here.” but God doesn’t always let us in on His plan. Sometimes He takes us through things or brings us to places where we don’t know what’s going on. All we can do is trust Him and His plan for us, and that’s where I am. I can’t say for sure where God is taking me, but I’m choosing to trust Him, His plan for me, and His perfect timing.


God is Never Late

I know I haven’t posted anything in a while, but I wanted to share something personal that recently happened to me, and the only way I know it happened was because of God and His provision and constant faithfulness in my life. Before I tell you about what’s been happening in my life, I want to go into more detail on the things that God has brought me through and the struggles He helped me overcome. I know I’ve touched previously a little bit on how God threw me a curve ball in college and it took me a while to get my teaching degree, but I wanted to write about it in more detail so that you can see the whole picture and not just bits and pieces.

I didn’t go to the college I wanted to right out of high school. Shortly after I graduated, my family and I found out that my grandma was dying of cancer and she only had a few months left to live. I was devastated because she honestly was one of my best friends. I can’t count the number of times people told us we were exactly alike and how many times we would laugh at each other so hard we would cry. When my parents divorced, my mom was always working to support my sister and me, so she would take care of us during the day and pick us up from school every day. She was really like a second mom to me.

When my family and I got the news, I knew I couldn’t just up and go to school in another state like I had been planning to, so I made the decision to stay and go to a community college instead. I knew that I was going to major in education. I had known that since I was 9 years old, and no matter how many other professions I got interested in through high school, I would always come back to education. I honestly feel it’s my calling to be a teacher, and I feel thankful that God gave me that calling.

After my grandma passed away, I decided it was time for me to move on, but instead of going to the school that I had wanted to all through high school, I felt like God was leading me to go to school here, in Missouri. So I applied and got accepted into a Christian school in Springfield, which is about 3.5 hours from my hometown. The school I decided to go to had very high expectations for academics, and when I transferred there, I had a 3.0 GPA, which was more than enough to be accepted into the education department. The department assigned me an accidemic adviser, and when I scheduled my first meeting with him to schedule all my classes, the little planner that lives inside of me really wanted to take over, but I told myself that my adviser knows what he’s doing, and he’s not going to schedule anything for me that I don’t need or that I couldn’t do. So I decided to trust him.

My first year there was probably the hardest for me because I wasn’t used to living that far from my family, and even though I had made friends, I felt very alone, and I had even started to question whether or not I had felt God’s leading. My classes my second semester were really hard. I remember when my adviser gave me my schedule for that semester. I questioned him because he had scheduled a really hard science class for me, and I had asked about taking another class instead, but he convinced me that it was all good, so again, I decided to trust him and go along with my scheduled classes. When I got my grades back for the science class, they weren’t good, which is major for me because I’ve always gotten good grades, but I was able to take some summer classes to help my GPA.

Right before I left to go back to school for the following school year, I got an email from the education department telling me that the adviser I had previously had resigned and they would assign me a new one and that I was to meet with her when I got to school. I did exactly what they asked me to do, and she told me everything was good to go for me, but 3 days later on the first day of classes, I got a phone call from her telling me not to go to any classes, but to come to her office instead. In that moment my first thought was, “What did I do?!” but again I did exactly what she told me. I got to her office, and the words she spoke to me there would be the exact words that would change my life forever.

I walked in her office and she told me that my previous adviser had made a mistake with some of the classes he gave me and that because of my poor grades in those classes (remember the ones I questioned him about? Yes, those classes and grades), I would either have to take all of my classes over again or change my major. Again, I was devastated. I was so in shock that I don’t really remember anything that happened next, but that I somehow ended up giving her the information she needed. I went to my classes, but I honestly couldn’t tell you anything about those classes. What I do remember is somehow getting back to my dorm room and crying and just asking God why He was allowing this to happen if He was the One who had called me to be a teacher in the first place.

The rest of my years there were spent fighting to be able to be accepted into the education department and program so that I could graduate with my Bachelor’s degree, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. My first adviser messed my GPA up so bad, that I actually ended up going to one of the deans to talk about my situation, and even though I had evidence of what happened, he told me that if I wanted to teach, I could either teach in a daycare or I could teach Sunday School, but that I wouldn’t be able to finish my degree there. Again, I didn’t really know why any of this was happening to me. Around that time, I ended up going to a women’s conference that the church I attended was hosting. I remember on the last day of that conference telling God that even if I never finished my degree or did any of the things that I want to do, that I would still love Him and I would still serve Him because He is good no matter what.

A few months later, I ended up moving back to my hometown. I honestly didn’t know what I would do for a job or if I should try to go back to school. I ended up taking a few classes part time while also working at my home church as an administrative assistant. I worked with the children’s ministry a lot. I looked into a couple of schools and explained my situation to them. They all told me they would be able to work with me and help me, but then after I got in and started to schedule my classes, they would tell me the exact same thing as the school that messed me up–that I wouldn’t be able to take any classes because of my GPA.

I was disappointed every time I got rejected by a school, and I started to look into going to nursing school to become a pediatric nurse because I love kids. I’ve always loved being around kids, and I had actually started to take some basic math and science classes to get into nursing school when the children’s director asked me to go to my church’s kids camp and be a counselor for my church’s girls that were going. I agreed, and the last night there during the service, God spoke to me. He told me that He called me to teach and not be a nurse. Some people might have questioned God as to how He was going to make that happen, but I didn’t. I just said, “Okay God, but You’re going to have to provide a way for me to do that.”

During the drive home from camp, I ended up talking to another girl that had gone with me and my church to work at camp. She was around my age and was a first grade teacher. I had talked to her mom, who was a retired elementary teacher, before and told her about my situation. The girl wanted to know more about my situation, so I told her everything that happened to me, and she told me that I needed to talk to the school that she went to because she thought they would be able to work with my situation. I told her that I would contact the school, but there was a part of me that doubted that they could do anything, because I had pretty much talked to any school that was close to me and they had rejected me.

A couple of days after I talked to the girl, I couldn’t get what she said out of my mind, so I decided to contact someone from the school and see if they would be able to work with me and my situation. I ended up getting an appointment for the next day, and after I left that appointment, I not only had my class schedule, which I was supposed to start attending the next week, but I left having already signed graduation papers because I would be graduating the following year.

After I graduated (with a 4.0 GPA thank you, God) I couldn’t find a teaching job, so I ended up substitute teaching at a very small school district in the middle of nowhere. I was going to teach in other districts too, but they called me so often that I just decided to stay there for a while. I started applying for teaching jobs in January (that’s when a lot of the teaching contracts are negotiated here), and while I had a lot of time to find something, I was anxious to find something before the summer so I would have plenty of time to prepare. June rolled around, and I was still applying for teaching jobs with very little luck of finding anything. By this time, I was starting to get a little nervous that I might not find anything and that I would be substitute teaching again.

Then July came, and I was really getting nervous, but I felt like God was wanting me to prepare for a teaching job. I didn’t know what grade I would be teaching or where I would be teaching, but I did my best to prepare as much as I could. Last Monday I was called to interview for two different schools and districts. I thought both interviews went really well and one of the schools showed a lot of interest in me. They called me a couple of times, to let me know where they were in the process, and I thought that I would have heard by the end of last week, since school is starting this week. I didn’t hear anything from either school though, and again I thought I would be substitute teaching again.

Yesterday morning I got an email from one of the schools I interviewed with last week. They were officially offering me a teaching position and wanted to know if I would accept the position. I accepted a Pre-K teaching position at the school district that is ranked the 5th best school district and 2nd in highest paying school districts in St. Louis, and so here I am, the day before school starts, and I can say that God provided for me and showed His faithfulness. It’s been an eleven year journey to get here, and while I did get frustrated at times (I’m not gonna lie about that), God taught me a lot during those eleven years that I’m not sure I would have learned had I not gone through it all.

I know this was a pretty long post, and not all my posts are this long, but I wanted to tell you what happened from the beginning (without going into too much detail), so that you could see how God was working in this, even when it didn’t seem like there was any progress. Maybe you’re going though a long journey too. Maybe you’re questioning God about why He’s taking you through this journey. I want to encourage you that God is working in your situation, whatever it is.

The pastor of my church recently preached on this. He used the movie, The Karate Kid (the original one, because it’s the best one) to show that sometimes we’re like Daniel and God is like Mr. Miyagi. Mr. Miyagi made Daniel do all these chores and Daniel didn’t understand what that had to do with him learning karate, but there’s this part in the movie where Daniel is fed up with doing all Mr. Miyagi’s chores and he confronts Mr. Miyagi. He asks him what doing all of these chores has to do with karate, then Mr. Miyagi shows him how the chores that Daniel had been doing–the chores that he thought were pointless–were actually helping him learn karate and how to defend himself.

Maybe you’re like Daniel in The Karate Kid. Maybe you’re questioning God about where you are and what this has to do with your calling, but I encourage you to be patient and wait for God’s perfect timing. God may cut it close, like He did with me, but God is never late on providing what we need. We just have to be patient and believe that He can.

You Won’t Sink

My last post I wrote about that God has been prompting me to give Him my dreams, and in exchange He will refine them and give me even better dreams because they’re His dreams for me. A few days ago I felt the Lord prompting me to step out of my comfort zone and into a place I have never been before, literally. I have been feeling like He wants me to move to a place that’s not Missouri. This is a really big deal for me because I’ve only ever lived in Missouri. It’s where I was born, it’s where my family is, but if this is part of God’s plan for my life, then I’m not going to question Him, but trust that He’s going to begin to put the pieces together for me. 

A few months back, I was reading and studying the book of Ruth, and that is the story that God brought to my mind and heart when I felt He was leading me to step out into this new adventure. Ruth left the only home she had ever known to go to a place she had not ever been before. It would have been really easy for her to listen to her mother-in-law and go back to her family, but she chose to go anyway. I’m sure she felt scared and unsure of what she had just gotten herself into. I’m sure there were times when she questioned her choice to go, but she never turned back, she continued on her journey and God blessed her for it.

I do not consider myself in any way to be a modern day Ruth. She is one of my biggest heros in the Bible, and I don’t think I can ever be as amazing as her, but what I can do is choose to obey God and go where He leads me. I may not have all the answers yet, but I trust God with everything I have and everything I am. 

I’m going to be taking this giant leap of faith, and I’m not exactly sure what’s going to happen, but no matter what, I know that it’s going to be good, because God has nothing but good things for me. He wants to lead me where He wants me to be, and He wants that for you too. You just have to trust Him as He leads you across the waters, like Peter. 

In Matthew 14, when Peter started to doubt, he started to sink, but Jesus took his hand and pulled him up out of the water. I’ve often wondered if maybe Jesus thought to himself, “Peter, if you would only keep your eyes on Me, I won’t ever let you sink.” I think that’s what He’s telling all of us. If we would only keep our eyes on Him and not worry or get scared by the things going on around us, He won’t ever let us sink. We might get a little wet, but we won’t ever sink. 

Give Me Your Dreams

The past few weeks God has been kind of dealing with me about something that I do all the time, which is dream. I dream all the time about what I want to do in my life, aside from my profession as a teacher. There’s so many things that I want to accomplish, and so many things that I want to see happen in my life, and while dreaming isn’t necessarily a bad thing to do, God has been really dealing with me about this and just wanting me to give Him my dreams, and in return, He will give me His dreams for my future.

This is a BIG deal for me. As I’ve already said in previous postings, I am a planner. I love to plan things and my family, who aren’t planners at all, think I’m a big weirdo for loving to plan things, which I think they’re all weirdos for not planning anything…Back to my point though…

I find it to be really hard to let go of these dreams that I have. Some of them I’ve carried with me since high school, others I’ve had since college, and He’s just been reminding me a lot lately that He can do so much more than I ever could. His plan for me is much greater and better than I can even begin to know or understand.

I was blessed to be involved in praise and worship teams in high school and college. I’ve always loved to sing ever since I was a little girl. At the house I grew up in, we had a swing set in our back yard at the bottom of this hill, and it was located close to our next door neighbor’s home. When I would go and play on the swings, I would always sing, and I guess my neighbors were outside sitting on their deck one day when I was playing and singing, because when I was a teenager, she had said something to me about how she always loved to hear me sing while I was playing as a kid. That kind of surprised me, because I was a really shy kid, and I didn’t like to sing when anyone was around.

Then in high school, I had the opportunity to join my church’s praise and worship team, and I did that through 2 years of college as well. During that time, I would go and work various teen and kids camps every summer, and one of the speakers that had come a couple of times during these camps I would work, his wife was a praise and worship leader, and she would write and perform her own songs. I was really inspired by her, and I ended up buying a lot of her music, and she has this song that she wrote. In the song she says, “Give me Your dreams. Open my eyes so I can see through eyes of faith. Your reality is much greater than me. Oh, help me to believe.”

The song is basically about asking God to help you to believe in what He wants and believes for your life. It’s actually still one of my favorite worship songs to sing, but I love how the song really talks about giving God everything we have, including our dreams, because He can take those and give us back something much greater than we can even know.

I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen in the future. I’m hopeful that I’ll have my own classroom soon (I’m still working on this), and hopefully one day I’ll be able to be a wife and a mother, but all of those are just examples of dreams that I have that I’m just giving to God, and while it’s really difficult for me to give God these dreams that I have, in exchange He’s going to give me something even better. I’m not saying that He’s not going to give me any of those things, but what I am saying is that by giving God my dreams of having my own classroom and being a wife and a mom someday, maybe He’ll give me an even better teaching opportunity than I could ever dream up. He’ll give me a future husband that’s even more amazing than I could ever imagine myself.

I don’t know if maybe you’re reading this and you struggle with surrendering to God your dreams and plans for the future. Maybe you’re just like me and you have a hard time doing this because you’re a planner too, or maybe you just have trouble turning everything over. I honestly get it. I still struggle with this, but eventually we have to come to a point where we understand that whatever we give to God, He’s going to bless that and He’s going to make it even better than we can even begin to fathom. We just have to trust Him and know that our dreams are in good hands.dream


It’s currently 1:00 in the morning, and I just got done helping my sister pack and move things out of her condo because just a few hours ago we were told that we had to evacuate because we’ve had so much rain the past week that the nearby rivers and creeks are rising rapidly and there’s a chance that her condo will be flooded. In all honesty, we’ve never really had to deal with flooding before. I grew up in the country, and we always lived on a hill, so I’m not used to preparing for anything like this. I’m reminded though, of the story of Noah in the Bible.

God told Noah that He was going to flood the Earth and to build a boat for his family and the animals. I’m sure that Noah was made fun of and people probably treated him like he was crazy or a big weirdo, but instead of letting the opinions of others get to him, he chose to listen to God. He continued to build the boat exactly the way that God told him to.

How many times have we let what others think of us hinder us from listening to God? I can tell you that for a really long time I really cared about what people thought of me. I was so focused on pleasing people that I lost my focus on God and that the most important opinion of me is God’s. In Galatians chapter 1 verse 10 Paul writes, “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

Whenever I have trouble remembering that other people’s opinion of me doesn’t matter as much as God’s opinion of me, I read this verse, because it reminds me that I’m just one person. I’m not going to be able to please everyone or make everyone like me. There is only one person that I can do my very best to please, which is God.

Maybe you’re like I used to be, and let’s just be honest here, like I can still sometimes be. Maybe you struggle with worrying about what other people think of you, but I want to challenge you to really think about what Paul wrote to us about how it’s not our job to please the people around us or care about what they think of us. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t be kind or caring with each other, but it’s when we start to put our focus on other’s opinions and trying to please them instead of God that will get us into trouble. So, instead of trying to please everyone else or worrying about what others think about us, let’s put our focus back on God and do our very best to please Him.

**While this post is mainly about not pleasing others and instead pleasing God, I wanted to say that my sister and I made it out of her condo before all of the roads closed. It took us 2 hours to make it to my house, which is normally a 45 minute drive, but we’re thankful that we were able to make it out safe. The river is supposed to crest tomorrow, so it’s just a waiting game right now. The picture below is the condo. It was taken today, and we’re praying and believing that the water will not make it through the sandbag wall. 

The Single Girl

Eveyone has their own group of friends they hang out with, and whether or not you like it, you have a label in your friend group. Maybe you’re the nerd, the athlete, the sassy one, or even the leader, but my label has always been the same no matter what friend group I was in. It didn’t matter if I was in middle, high school, college, or even now. My label has always been the single girl. I’m 29 years old and I’ve never had a boyfriend.

Yup, you heard me right. I’m 29 years old, and I’ve never been asked out on a date, I’ve never been on a date, I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve never held hands with a guy, or kissed a guy, or gone further with a guy. I’ve never been in any kind of romantic relationship at all with anyone. I know, I know. I can hear the shock going through the Internet right now… In all seriousness though, I know that’s not something you come across every day. You don’t hear a whole lot about people my age never being in relationships before, and maybe you’re thinking that I’m a weirdo. I would probably think that too, but before you go and label me the weird single girl, let me tell you my story…

It’s not that I haven’t been interested in or had crushes on guys before. I defiantly have, but I was always the shy girl growing up. I was the girl who always had a hard time talking with guys that I was crushing on. I have a twin sister and she could always talk to guys and be their best friend, and pretty much the girl next door, but I was always the quiet girl that usually went unnoticed by guys.

It was never my goal or intention to be single my whole life. I was like any other teenage girl growing up. I had crushes on guys, I craved a romantic relationship like the rest of my friends were experiencing, and I dreamed of getting married one day, and like most girls, I always thought I would have gotten married by the time I was in my mid 20s and would have had a family of my own by now, but it’s never happened for me so far.

I went to college on the other side of the state, which was about 3 and a half hours away from the small town I was born and raised in. I met a lot of people during that time, and made a lot of friends. I had a few crushes, and was even close to starting relationships with a few guys, but every time I got close to making those relationships romantic, it never worked out, and I couldn’t figure out why that always seemed to happen to me. I thought that maybe I just had really bad luck with relationships, but after college I moved back to my home town, and a lot of my friends were getting married and starting families, and then the kids that I had taught in Sunday School and in Kids Church were getting married and starting families of their own, and here I was still single.

There’s quite a bit of difference when a guy is single in his mid to late 20s, and a when a girl is still single in her mid to late 20s. When a guy is still single in his mid to late 20s, most people don’t give it a second thought. They accept it more than a girl who is the same age and still single. When you’re a girl who’s in her mid to late 20s, you start getting questions from friends and family about why you’re not married and why you’re not in a relationship. I started getting these questions at the age of 21. The older I got, the more these questions surfaced, along with suggestions ranging anywhere from, changing my physical appearance all the way to maybe if I lowered my standards I would finally get a boyfriend or at least a date (that one came from a family member by the way).

After getting asked these questions and given suggestions about what I should do if I ever wanted to have a boyfriend or a romantic relationship at anytime in my life, I started to ask myself those same questions and pose those same suggestions to myself. I started to believe what everyone was saying and I started to wonder if there’s anything wrong with me because everyone else didn’t seem to have a problem finding someone, but there I was starting the descent to my late 20s, and I still had never had a relationship before. I knew that God was good because I had seen His goodness and faithfulness in my life, but I started to feel like maybe He had forgotten about me, which looking back on that now seems really silly.

A lot of people look at being single like it’s a curse, and I think that’s especially true for girls. We tend to base who we are on whether or not we’re in relationships instead of who we are in Christ, and I’m ashamed to say that I was one of those girls earlier in my life. I based my worth on whether or not the guy I was crushing on liked me back and I was so unhappy. At one point, I was really depressed because I honestly felt like I was cursed that no matter what I did or said, I could never get the relationship part of my life right.

I love to write and journal about my life, and one day I was writing, and I honestly don’t even remember what I was writing about, but I remember that it seemed like everyone had been talking to me a lot lately about relationships and so I guess something I was writing reminded me of one of those conversations, and all of a sudden I remembered a prayer I had prayed back when I was 14 or 15 years old. I had prayed to God that He would keep my heart safe from guys that He knew would not be right for me, and all of a sudden that part of my life made so much sense!

I was so convinced for the longest time that I was cursed because I could never seem to make these relationships work, but I realized that this whole time God was just being a good Father. Just like an earthly father would protect his daughter from guys that weren’t good enough for them, He was protecting me from guys that didn’t get His seal of approval. I didn’t realize it before because I’ve never had a good earthly father in my life. My parents got divorced when I was really young, and my father decided he didn’t want to be a part of my life. I really didn’t know what a good father looked like, which made it difficult for me when I would read in the Bible and hear sermons and people talk about how God is a Father. The idea never really became tangible to me until that point in my life.

I instantly felt really stupid, but also very grateful and blessed that I’ve never experienced a relationship before. A lot of people who have been in relationships have experienced heartbreak and they have baggage from their previous relationships that they will/are bringing into their marriages, but I won’t have any baggage from previous relationships to bring into my future marriage. When I get married one day, I’ll be able to give my whole heart freely to my future husband because I’ve never given my heart to another man.

I’m not saying that everyone should be like me and not have relationships before they meet the one that God has for them. This is just me. This is my story. If you’re reading this and you’re like me—you’ve never been in a relationship before and you wonder what’s wrong with you or why you’re still single, maybe the reason you’re still single is the very same reason I am. Maybe God is keeping your heart safe for the man or woman who will one day be your forever.

I’m really happy with my life right now, even though I’m still the single girl (and will be 30 later on this year). Instead of looking at being single as negative or like a curse, I look at it as a blessing and an opportunity to focus on my relationship with God and grow in Him. I know that God has someone out there for me. I know that He will bring that person to me one day, but until that day, I will be the single girl, and even though the waiting is hard sometimes, I rest on God’s promise to me that He will bring that person to me in His perfect time.IMG_1327

Learning to Trust God

I’ve been thinking a lot about the future–next fall to be exact. See, I’ve been substitute teaching the past year, and while I love the variety of teaching in different classrooms and schools, I’ve been wanting my own classroom for a while now, and I feel like I’m ready.

I don’t know how teaching jobs are posted anywhere else, but here in Missouri they start to post them around the beginning of the year since teaching contracts are ending and teachers are either retiring or moving to different schools or other positions within their districts. Where I live, a lot of the schools and districts prefer to hire more experienced teachers instead of hiring teachers right out of college. The teaching jobs in my area are also very limited as well, so it makes finding a teaching job more competitive. I remember when I was doing my student teaching. I was so worried about the competitiveness of trying to find a teaching job after graduation and having some anxiety about whether or not I would be able to find something. I remember it being such a big deal for me then, but God has really been working on my heart in the year that I’ve been subbing.

I can honestly say that if I don’t find a teaching job for the fall, I would be fine with subbing again, or even being a paraprofessional for the upcoming school year because I’ve learned to lean on and trust God so much more than I did before. It wasn’t an easy lesson to learn by any means, and there are still some areas of my life that I’m actively learning to trust God every day, but I’ve learned that if things don’t go the way I think they’re supposed to, it’s not the end of the world. God already knows what He’s doing. He doesn’t need me to tell Him what to do or to question Him. Yes, there are times when I’m like, “Okay, God. I don’t know what you’re doing right now,” but trusting Him is a choice I have to make every day–and sometimes more than once every day.

For those reading this that don’t know me personally, I have always been the planner in my family. Every other member of my family can pretty much fly by the seat of their pants, and they’re okay with that. I, on the other hand, had to have back up plans for my back up plans. I remember when I graduated from high school and I pretty much had my whole life planned out. I knew where I was going to go to college, I knew what I was going to major and minor in, and I knew (or at least I thought I did anyway), where my life was going to go after I graduated from college. If you didn’t read my previous post, to recap, none of those things worked out like I had planned them. God threw me a curve ball and took me the long way around to finish my degree, and it wasn’t at the college I started out at. At the time, I was so brokenhearted about why God was taking me down that road, but what I came to realize was that it was in that brokenness that God really started to work in my heart and in my life. I couldn’t see it at the time, but looking back now, I can see exactly where God was leading me and why He took me down that crazy, long road.

Trusting God is still something that I struggle with at times, but when I’m struggling with it, I always look back at my life and then I pray and remember the scriptures I memorized about trusting God. I have always loved to write, and I’ve kept a journal since I was a teenager, and sometimes when I struggle with trusting God, I will get out some of those old journals and just read about my life–the things I was worried about, the things I hoped for, and just the things that I was doing at that time in my life. It’s not hard to see God’s hand and faithfulness in it all.

Jeremiah 17:7 says, “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord whose confidence is in Him.” What I didn’t realize then that I do now is that faith and trust go hand-in-hand. You can’t have faith without trust. Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Putting my faith in God also means that I have to trust Him fully that He knows what He’s doing more than I do. He can see things I can’t see and He can protect me from things and people that I am blind to. It’s not always easy to trust Him, but it’s necessary in my walk with Him.

I don’t know if you’re reading this right now and thinking that you need to work on trusting God more, or maybe you don’t even know where to start because you’re like me and you’re a planner who has to have back up plans for her back up plans. This might sound a little cliche to some, but honestly the two things that helped me the most is by praying for God to help me to trust Him more and by getting into His Word. Whatever I’m struggling with, whether it’s trusting God more or learning to be patient, I write scriptures that talk about whatever it is that I’m struggling with and keep them in places where I look at them a lot, like the mirror that I do my hair and make up every day. I read those scriptures over and over again until I’ve memorized them, and then whenever I struggle with that particular thing, I pray those scriptures.

If you’re struggling with trusting God, I encourage you to start praying and getting into His Word, and maybe start keeping a journal so that you can look back and see how God was leading you and guiding you through those tough situations. When I go back and read my journals I’ve written, I always feel so thankful for God’s blessings and guidance in my life, and I pray that you will be able to do the same.