This Is The Stuff.

I shared my life story with my floor today and it got me thinking, so much so that I am up writing this instead of sleeping.

In my life story, I highlighted all of the hard times of my life. The times of loneliness, of loss of control, and of doubt. In the moment, I lost all sense of why I had done this. Why do the hardest things of life stand out the most? Why do the worst things in life have the biggest impact?

The answer is simply this: God's grace is sufficient for me, His power is made perfect in my weakness. Through the times of loneliness, I learned of God's faithfulness and power. Through loss of control, I realized that laying my life down at Jesus' feet was the only way to live in peace. Through the doubt, I saw God's hand continuously reaching out to me, never letting me go and tugging at my heart to run to Him for the answers.

Like in "The Shack", my life is like an unorganized garden; a continuous work of art that is ever-growing and changing. Though at times it does not look beautiful, God is consistently working in me to make it His perfectly planned piece of art and life.

As I am in the process of transferring schools and completely changing my way of life, I struggle with the idea of leaving the relationships that I have made here. But I know that God is in my transfer, He's in my education, my family relationships, and my friendships right now and forever, as strongly as He has been in my life over the past years. With that, though there is sadness, there is so much peace and anticipation for what He has for me in Portland and beyond.

Thank you God, for plans that are bigger than my own.

(The title of this blog is from a song by Francesca Battistelli)