It's 6:40 p.m. on a Friday night. I'm sitting on my bed listening to sappy music and eating Greek yogurt for kids, honey-nana to be exact.
Lately I've been feeling so full of fear. And that fear is starting to make me insecure about so many things.
I am so deeply afraid of the future, of the unknown. In a couple of months my life is going to change dramatically, but I have no idea what those changes will be. And that fills me with "what if's".
What if I don't find a job?
What if Matt and I don't end up near each other?
What if I don't meet my goals for graduation?
What if I let down people because I don't meet their expectations?
What if I let down myself?
There is just so much I don't know. I am trying to so hard to have faith and believe that everything will turn out the way it is supposed to, but what if that's not what I was expecting?
...See? There I go with the "what if's" again.
I know I need to trust. Who knew that such a simple word would be so hard to follow?
"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord. 'Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" - Jeremiah 29:11
