I got a really big slap in the face recently. Figuratively speaking, of course. I was in my dream world and not doing so hot spiritually. At least not as great as He wanted me to be doing. I had my life figured out. Roommates, classes, career, and even service on campus (can't go without student support). And then it happened. The Lord tried opening my eyes to what is really important. Things here and there caused me to move back home for this semester. Something I was completely against. You see, I was excited to have my semester off with my wonderful friends in a small, middle of nowhere town. All part of my now crushed plan. He insisted I come home. Being the stubborn person I am, I refused and tried to find loop holes to keep my eyes closed and focused on my plan to stay in Rexburg. He won that battle and I moved back home. Eyes, mind, and heart still closed from being hurt. After all, I had made the plan and kept Him in the loop the entire time and only made plans upon prayers. Being home has been weird. I am not use to it and boy did it make me rely on Him far more than I have been. It felt so great to finally break down and tell Him exactly how I felt. Of course He knew, He always does. He just needed me to tell Him. To use the power of prayer and tell Him exactly what was going on. All I can say is, dang it felt good. And then there are my parents. Right when I feel like giving up my parents are there to help me back up. I had forgotten how much I need them on a day to day basis. Sad to think I've been gone so long I forgot how that feels. These lessons keep appearing and remind me of why I'm home. I like to have a plan for my life and everything I do, but lately I have taken leaps of faith that completely crush the plans I've made. It took a while, but life is so much better. I have learned more by being home than I would have back in Rexburg. Never thought I'd say this, but, I am so thankful He gave me that slap.
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