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To College Students Headed to Summer

Where do we go from here? The summer is really soon, and life is about to get insane. I don't know where many of your lives are about to head. Some of you might have very detailed plans, and some of you might have no idea what the summer is going to look like. Life may not happen at all like you thought, or life might unfold exactly the way you hoped.

But that's not the point.
The face of your life is going to continually change for the rest of your life. The things that make your life hard today may not be the challenging elements of tomorrow. Seasons are going to change faster and slower than you want, and you might reach a point where freaking out seems to be the only rational action.
But there is a constant in the midst of all the chaos. God's outpouring of grace and steadfast love is continual in our lives. His promises are true, and you can trust in all He is. His goodness and mercy relentlessly pursue you, all your days. Your call to worship transcends the entirety …
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Time for a Journey Back

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I don't like that.

I want to do life, make mistakes, and learn enough to teach others. God has caused me to realize certain things about him and about life--I can't help but think it's sort of wrong to not let others know about all He's done. I think of Psalm 145:4-7, where it says,
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Poem: I am an Anchor

I am an anchor.
Intentionally built to sink,
To ground someone else
While they float in the sky.

Chained to the clouds,
I fight,
Against the tides, against
The wind.

The tugging means
That I am alive.
The fighting provides
Me with breath.

What if the chain breaks,
I fear.
I can't lift myself,
I know.

Worry is real,
But fighting is life.

My Commentary:

I'm not really sure how I thought of this poem. Largely, it's about the hurt that comes when you choose to find your identity in your service to other people. Helping people shouldn't become our obsession, a source of bitterness, our identity. Without the grace of God, that's exactly what service becomes.