Saturday, December 6, 2014

Ocassioally the grass is greener... and your mom is always right

 So the last time I edited this blog was May of 2014. It’s currently December of 2014 and I have a good bit of catching up to do. So since then... I have enrolled as a sophomore at the college that I’ve been incredibly stoked about for about a year now. I had been waiting to leave my community college since the day I started, and I did it (as well as with a full ride to the university. God is good.) I did something crazy and fell in love with a guy who is currently enrolled in a military college 13 hours away from me. (Don’t worry I graduated high school with him. I did not meet him on a strange, internet dating site.)  I see him frequently enough to keep me sane and he’s amazing. I joined Delta Delta Delta sorority, and I have met some of the most incredible people I’ve ever known. I am still just a close with my high school best friend as I always have been. My relationship with my parents is incredible. I say all this to say… life is great. I’ve been blessed beyond measure and I have the most incredible life I could possibly ask for. And why do I say all of that? To show how much has changed since I last wrote.
 Reflecting on the last things I’ve posted, I don’t disagree with any of it. In fact the Lions and Sheep post is something I have to remind myself of all the time. (Spoiler alert: Ignorant people do not evaporate once you go to college.) I did notice in a previous post that I said the grass may not always be greener on the other side. As it turns out, when it comes to a university vs a community college, the grass is significantly greener. So I was wrong there. But the thing is, I have all of these amazing things going for me, but there’s still this tiny voice in the back of my head trying to mess everything up.
            I’m writing this (as a now 20 year old) to say that your mother is always right. Okay, well most of the time, your mother is right. But MY mother, is always right. At the age of now 20.. (have I mentioned that I’m 20 yet?) I still call my mom every day. Two days ago I called her bawling my eyes out because I was upset about something entirely too insignificant for me to be upset about. But I’m a female so I can partly blame it on that. I’m also partly blaming it on the fact that it’s finals week and sanity is in short supply. But I called her for advice and basically said, “This is eating me alive. Please tell me that it’s going to be okay and please empathize with me.” My mother is a very kind, loving woman. Unfortunately I’m as stubborn as they come so when it comes to giving me advice, she has to hurt my feelings a little bit to get me to really listen. The basic summary went something like this, “Katie, you are freaking out over nothing. You are responsible for your own actions and no one else’s. You have everything going for you so what does that mean? Satan wants to steal your joy.  And you are letting him do it.” I instantly realized a few things. The first thing I realized was that I called the wrong person for sympathy. I called the wrong person to tell me what I wanted to hear. But she’s supposed to tell me hard things. She is supposed to give me grown up answers to grown up situations that I deal with. The next thing I realized, was that she was 100% right.  Satan is the ruler of the earth. The book of John talks about how he comes to steal, kill and destroy. Which is yet another reason it’s important to put on your armor and pick up your cross every single day. And if he can’ t make you sin; he’ll just make you busy. He’ll make you too busy to spend time with the Prince of Peace and he will cause strife and worry in your life. And guess what college makes you: really, really busy.  The other part of that verse is that he comes like a thief in the night. If he showed up and had a red flashing sign that said, “I have come to steal your joy, please comply.” It would be really easy to spot. Unfortunately, we never see it coming. The way that I was letting him steal my joy was letting crap creep up on all my social media that upset me. I was letting myself get way too upset about stuff that does not matter. I sat in my car and cried for another hour. Not because I was still sad or upset. But because I had gotten so distracted and busy that I had forgotten what it was like to just sit and listen to God and talk to Him. I had been so caught up in my life and what I was doing and what other people were doing that I had forgotten that the only way I will ever find true peace and true comfort is in Him. Sometimes it takes my mom’s tough love to show me things like that.
            It’s been a total 48 hours since that happened and I deleted those social media apps off of my phone. (Not permanently.) But I didn’t do it because social media is evil. I didn’t do it because my mom told me it was a good idea. I did it because I spent entirely too much time on it. Satan saw it as a foothold as a way to suck me into depression, and he took it. The cool thing about fasting from things you really need to fast from: is that it’s not easy to do. I pick up my phone about 15 times a day with the intentions of checking Instagram and Twitter. I’ve actually come really close to downloading it again just to check up on everything (And by the way it’s only been 48 hours if that’s any indication as to how often I was on it.) The only reason I don’t is because I literally had to lay what was bothering me at the foot of the cross and say. “Please take it. I can’t deal with this on my own and I need your help.”  I know what you’re thinking. “Isn’t that a bit much for two social media apps?” Nah. The cool thing about Jesus is that He cares. To you, it may not seem like much. To me, it was a distraction and every time I got on, I would make myself sick over something as small as a “like.”  He doesn’t think it’s silly. So here I am, at the end of the first semester of my first year away from home, reminding myself that nothing is too small for Him to care about. I had lost track of who I am and where my identity lies. The fact of the matter is that my identity doesn’t lie in what tweets get “favorited” or who “likes” my pictures or who doesn’t. My identity lies in Christ and what He did for me. Am I perfect? No. Will I ever be? No. Will I lose track of this again? More than likely. The other cool thing about Jesus is that his love is relentless and so is His grace.
 
            With all of that terribly drawn out story: I’ll close with this.
*Nothing is too small for Him to care about. I promise He wants to help you.
* Social media is not as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be. And if it’s possible for you to take a break from it, I suggest doing so. It’s cool to see the world without a phone in front of your face.
* Will it matter 10 years from now? Will it matter in the eternal perspective?
* BE ON YOUR GUARD. Any way that Satan can steal your joy, he will. Don’t let it happen.
* Anything that you can’t do on your own, there’s a reason you can’t. Lay it at the cross.
* Universities are better that high school AND community colleges. If you’re struggling, hang in there. I promise it’s better.

*Oh and your mom? She’s always right.



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