This year was well not in the slightest like I expected it to be. Looking back I don't know what I expected to encounter during my Junior year. Most often though I found myself ready to scream "anything but this"! Now though I would not trade any of the experiences I encountered for anything, for every single one of them was just what I needed. Expected or unexpected.I did not expect that when I took my seat in church planting that I was to the be the only female member of the class. It caused me quite a fright at first because I was scared that I had accidentally stumbled into a homiletics class. I saw the class out though, even as to my dismay I found myself studying childbirth tactics which somehow were related to church planting with a all male class. Often all I could do is laugh at this rather amusing situation and listen to those boys debate because oh they could debate. One thing I learned in the class...I'm just thankful for my femininity:)
I did not expect to check my e-mail one balmy September day and find that my aunt had terminal cancer. Nor did I expect to answer the phone one week prior to Christmas break to hear the news my uncle had died of cancer. I cried a lot of tears fall semester as I realized the glory my aunt and uncle would experiencing after I heard of their impending deaths. It was an unexpected blessing to be able to attend my uncle's memorial. If I was a swearing girl I would have sworn that I would never cram, yet I did. In 3 hours 3 tests were studied for and taken all to leave school 4 days early for a memorial. And when it was over I knew what a fried brain really was. When my cousins and I embraced with choked back tears I knew it had been so worth it.
Spending 20 total hours in a car with my friends driving across WY plains was not how I expected to spend my spring break, but I was very glad of the unexpected. We still laugh at the corny jokes and rather interesting moments of the trip. We still remember the stories we heard, the people we saw, the Mormon sisters we talked too...and I think that is plenty of a reason to explain why we all want to spend another 2 days of our spring break next year driving. By the way road trips I have discovered when you are not the only child in the back seat can be quite amusing.
Perhaps the most unexpected yet so wonderful blessing of all was my roommate. She my friend is a very patient woman and listened to me patter on many a time. It was her life and presence that inspired, challenged, saddened, provoked and would just help this girl to think. When the lights were out and there were a few whispered prayer requests I knew I had a friend who cared and loved.
Unexpectedly one of the best experiences happened after I found myself in my little KS home...I missed my friends. Its an odd revelation I know, but well it was only this past year where I really stopped having a small loath for school and started completely enjoying it. Admittedly probably because I have realized the top notch friends I have been blessed with. Sometimes I laughed with them till the tears ran freely. Sometimes they passed the Kleenex when I just could not keep it together one moment longer. They would listen to me and let me listen to them. I know very well that good friends must cannot and should not ever be something that is always there.
The surface has only be skimmed. Even this girl of few words could probably go on for a great while about the multitude of ways God worked during this last school year. But I pity my mother and whomever else may read this, so I will stop before I write an epistle. Only one more thing should be said...
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