I am now sitting at the reception desk of the Health Science Dept. at a local community college. The ladies are talking about the business of registering students for classes. I have a computer mouse in hand and text-books, notes and a notebook scribbled with the latest vocabulary words scattered about me. I hear an adviser's phone ringing with it's gentle bep-bep-beep-bep. The copying machine is busy running of tests and at any second a student will enter and inquire about the programs offered here. As I put my work-study time in I am reflecting the changes life has shown.
I've been home for just over a year. On one hand I don't know where the year has gone, in the other I cannot believe I did everything I did in only one year. Currently, my full time job is being a student. A blessing which often wears a disguise. I began my college education journey at a local community college this August. I had every dream of beginning at a 4-year college and staying put for a change, filled with studying, service, dorm life, community, new friends, away from home ... all those things imagined in 'moving away to college'. Instead, I'm attending a local community college (30 min from home) and moved in with my grandmother. All my preconceived ideas of what college was going to be like were shaken. Slowly, I am seeing the blessing of the un-expected yet God intended time of my life.
When I came back to KY last October, I thought I'ld jump back into life as I left it. But like Nelson Mandela said, "There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." I had changed. or at least something had. It took a bit of adjustment swinging into my family's cabin life routine and back to my job caring for a family's handicap girls. In January, my family moved to our long awaited home. Sometime in that time I also began working at the Galilean's Children's Home caring for the severely handicap. That lasted until harvest time came on the farm in July-ish. Then I worked with a family on their large produce farm growing melons, peppers and tomatoes. We worked our butts off for a couple months. Until school time rolled around... then I was forced to pick up and change gears again.
All the experiences of the past year have been good and fully worth it. Even though it's been good and all, I'm ready to settle down... I'm weary of being the stranger, of 'stepping out of my comfort zone' ... I'm ready to settle in a place called 'home' and staying there for a long-long time. Yet, I don't see that happening for awhile... Why life is full of change? I don't know? Guess, I must embrace it and say, "Lord, Thy will be done."
