Semester 8

Today was the first day of my 8th semester and I have not been looking forward too it. There are a lot of choices to make this semester and I'm at the point where I have to wait for other people's responses. I hate waiting, sooooooooooo impatient. Most of my classes are needed, not wanted, and at the end of this semester I have to give my best friend up, even though she's been gone for awhile. Heavenly Father and I had a nice big chat about this last night, and I woke up and went to class knowing that he would take care of me. My classes were brutal, things were rough in SUUSA, and my optimism was heading out the door fast. Then I had the opportunity to host a performing group that I met through EFY. It was 6, 18 year old boys that are in an a capella group. After they performed they asked me it I wanted to pray with them. "POT" is what they called it, prayer of thanks. So yes, I did pot with my EFY participants. The fact that they would think to pray before and after every performance just touched me. The prayer they offered was beautiful and it was the first time I had felt peace all day. It was at the time I knew, He was gonna take care of me. Sure, life might be hard, but that's the point. Bring it on!