welp. It's over. College came and went in a blur of crimson grand stands, overpriced text books and an abundance of microwavable dinners. I blinked and the next thing I knew, I was trading my grades in for a degree. Out of my enormous graduating class, I think I was the only student to dance across the stage and bear hug my dean. There will always be a sense of home when I think of the four and a half years I spent at the University of Oklahoma. I owe a part of who I am today to that ancient library, the countless hours in the edit bays of Gaylord Hall, the professors who always saw the potential in me and to the caf; may your Chick-fil-a Polynesian sauce never run dry. Bitt Live on University. In four short months I say goodbye to Okla-home-a and hello to a whole new world. I can't explain to you what these last few months have been like. I've had my up's and down's of stress and worry but as the months start closing in, I can't help but feel complete and utter excitement. I feel like that guy off of the Alien movie right before the alien pops out of his stomach... but like in a good way. Nevermind, bad example. The word that comes to my mind is brink. brink noun 1. The edge or margin of a steep place or of land bordering water. 2. Any extreme edge; verge. 3. A crucial or critical point, especially of a situation or state beyond which success or catastrophe occurs I like John. You know, the one from the Bible. John was a wild man living in the dessert. He didn't dress, act or even talk like most people. He devoted his life to sharing God's love and the Gospel and didn't care about the consequences that would one day cost him his life. Because of his obedience and his heart, John's life started a new era of Christianity beginning with the Baptism of Jesus Himself. Jesus refereed to John as one of the greatest servants of God who had ever lived. He was bold and strong in his faith. Lived off the land, had a fiery passion for sharing the word and wasn't shy to call out the phonies. (date me). "...When the Jewish leaders sent priests and Temple assistants from Jerusalem to ask John, "Who are you?" He came right out and said, "I am not the Messiah." "Well then, who are you?" they asked. "Are you the Prophet we are expecting?" "No," He replied. "Then who are you? We need an answer for those who sent us. What do you have to say about yourself?..." "I am a voice shouting in the wilderness, 'Clear the way for the Lord is coming!'' -John 1:19 John stood on the threshold, the brink, of a new age, shouting it's coming to all who would hear. "Clear the way," as if to say 'clear out the distractions,' as if to say, 'get ready.' Because the Lord is coming and when the Lord comes through dead things come to life, people's hearts wake up, depression turns into hope, chaos turns into peace and fear turns into big bold faith. "I am a voice shouting in the wilderness." Shouting. Same John, same. I can relate to this kind of excitement. I'm no John the Baptist by any means but DAAANNG do I wanna be like him. I can't express to you how humbling it is to have an opportunity to go share good news with people an ocean away looking for hope. My prayer is that God gives me opportunity after opportunity to help people and leave positive long-lasting impacts that point back to him. Abba, if I have to swim to Europe you know I will. Let your guidance be the wind to the sails of my heart.
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