Okay, here goes nothing.

What a season it has been. Perhaps I am confused and the season is not over. I still have reading and scholarships up to my nose (my nose, which is fed up with the stress of existence on my face and is thinking of taking after Kovalyov’s nose – creative Gogol, giving ideas to noses everywhere). I am still searching for motivation and attempting to glorify God with my body, a.k.a. eating right (mostly) and working out. BUT, there has been a change. And so I must conclude that, no, I am not confused. I have entered a new season of life. This one might closely resemble the last, but I have arrived nonetheless.

You see, I have been praying for clarity in regards to this summer and next year. As it turns out, God provides these things, “If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (please see James 1:5).

So, I have decided to pursue Biola University.

I know what you are thinking. Yes, a tuna sandwich would be delicious right now. And yes, it might seem that I have been pursuing Biola for over a month now. But up until this point I was uncommitted. There were a lot of “maybe’s” and “might’s” and “we’ll see’s.” Now, however, I am buckling down and proceeding full steam ahead. I feel confident that the Lord will provide what I need to get to Biola, and all that I will need once I arrive. Is it scary to move to a strange and dry place where people dress nicely and home is a long and stomach-aching 18 hours away? Why yes, yes it is. Do I trust that God has a plan and that I will find the community that I have been thirsting for? Why yes, God-willing I do. (I sure have been asking a lot of questions. I tend to overuse favorite writing techniques. Oh well).

Pray for me, will you? This feels like California Adventure’s Tower of Terror all over again. Terrifying, but worth the ride.