The end of my freshman year is coming to a close, and I am in utter shock. It seems like just yesterday that my room was full of boxes, the walls were bare, and I was staring at my room, trying to figure out where to begin (both in life and in unpacking everything!) Now, my room is full of empty boxes, and I can't seem to find where the year went (or determine where to start with the packing process). I have had an interesting year, no doubt. From having surgery the first Friday of my college life, to meeting some amazing people, to trying to learn how to manage CF, social outings, and academic work, I am blown away by all God has done this year. I would be so lost without His direction!! I am still trying to figure the whole "adult world" out, and I have a feeling I will be working on this until the day I die. However, for now (and forever, really), this is my cry:
"I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom.
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom."