Where do the days go?
I looked at my calendar this morning and was shocked to find that July is almost gone. In mere weeks, summer will be over and I will be back in school.
Since I’m going into my final year of college, I’ve been paying a lot of thought to where I want to go in life. What will I do when I graduate? Where will I go? Who will I meet?
One of my biggest fears is that, a year from now, I will get sucked right into life in the real world. I’ll get bogged down with a job, college bills, car payments, etc. I will work just to get by, settle down, and the most adventure I will have is the occasional weekend excursion to the North Shore. (Not that the North Shore is bad… but I want to go farther than three hours away.)
I want to live a life that is extraordinary. I want to travel and explore the corners of this world. I want to do something worthwhile. I want to make a difference, to touch the lives of people I encounter.
More than anything, I want to live a life that is not my own. I can make all the plans I want for myself, but ultimately, the life God has planned for me is a million times better than anything I can conceive. The more I taste of the world, the more I realize how empty and unsatisfying it is. I want my life to be a living sacrifice, a la Romans 12. I want to be a city on a hill. I want to spend my years planting seeds and reaping fruit for the Kingdom. God has planted heaven in my heart, and I want to spend my life sharing that with others.
During the parent program at my day camp this past week (which was in Rogers, MN), I had one of those “How did I get here?” moments. I was standing in front of a sanctuary of kids and their parents, sharing about Camp Shamineau and what our mission is. Briefly, I found myself explaining, “At camp, we have lots of amazing facilities that help create fun, exciting memories. But as great as fun is, that’s now what we are about. Our main mission is to take campers away from the distractions of the world and place them in an environment where they have a real, personal encounter with Jesus Christ.”
Later, when summarizing the lessons of the week, I noted that we told the story about how “Jesus died on the cross for our sins so we could spend eternity with Him. He did this not because we deserved it, but because He loved us.”
Standing on that stage, it hit me. So many people my age hem and haw and fret about what they are doing with life. But here I am, at a mere twenty one years old, living the life God has called me to. Already, I’m living out the dreams God has placed within me. Through the opportunity to work at camp, specifically being on Program staff, I am learning to lead others and sow seeds. All the things I long to do, I am already doing.
As my final year of school draws nearer, words cannot express how much I loathe going back. I’m dreading it, actually. A life spent sitting in classrooms, reading books, and writing essays is enjoyable, but definitely not satisfying.
But just because I am in school does not mean God cannot use me to further His kingdom. He has plans for me this year, and lessons He needs to lead me through. I eagerly anticipate the day when my life becomes less about getting my own name on a diploma and more about bringing glory to the King.