Taking That Step

July 16th, and halfway through the second summer session.  I remember this time last year: I was grateful to have made it almost the whole summer for the first time away from home.  Then, I was ready to start my junior year of college and the VMT program.  Now, I'm looking at my senior year and my clinical rotations that begin in August.  Over the course of the last year, I have been struggling to find a church home.  I tried First Baptist, then three others until last month, I went back to FBC.  Instead of going back to the college ministry, which I found lacking (to be nice, I won't go into that at the moment), I found a young women's class that I've been enjoying.  I almost feel as if I'm out of touch with every other person my age because I don't care about the same things they do.  I will admit it: if you asked me to hang out with you, and I had an assignment due at the end of that week, I would tell you no even if I knew it wouldn't take me but ten minutes to finish.  Someone once told me that my grades were better than theirs, and my simple answer was: "I don't have a social life and I take what I do seriously".  It may sound sad, but not having a desire to be a party animal, hang out excessively with classmates/friends, etc. has played a part in the grades I make.

But anyway. I digress.  Last Sunday I joined FBC under their college watchcare program; basically, I'm a member, but didn't have to transfer my letter from my home church.  As of right now, I'm not sure what I'll be doing after I graduate next year, and so I don't want to make my church membership too permanent until I know for sure where I'll be going.  My sister and brother-in-law were there to support me, though I was so nervous my knees knocked together!  But, I survived, and I feel good about deciding to join.  The pastor talked for several weeks in a row about the importance of belonging to a church and finding God's place for you in a church.  I felt as if God was speaking directly to me through the preacher, and spent the last week just praying about it to be sure it's where He wanted me.  I did feel, however, as if God told me in the middle of the week: "Stop analyzing and obey what I told you!"  So, I did.  I stopped praying about it because I was overanalyzing.  My devotionals during that time seemed to be targeted toward obeying God and not taking forever to consider the decision.  This is a short blog post, but I've run out of things to ramble on about!