Happy Easter
This weekend I learned something. This might actually be one of the most important lessons in my life, thus far. Graduate school has be stressing me out a little bit. Okay, maybe I should 'fess up before Nicholas sets the record straight...grad school has been stressing me out so much that many times it brings me to tears. I know what y'all are thinking. "Emily cries over everything." Bah! Contrary to popular belief, I don't.
The few tears that I've shed over this situation are actually different from the other "normal" (as some people would call them) times that I cry. These tears are the tears of frustrating helpless.
What's been wrong with me:
I have no idea where I'll be in four months, and it's been killing me.
What I've learned:
I've had to learn that it's actually okay to not have control of my life. I've learned that I have to let go of trying to be in control. The weirdest thing is that now that I've done this, I feel more in control than I have in months. The bottom line is that there is someone taking care of me, and, no matter how hard it is, I have to let him do his job.
I'm not all about quoting scripture these days, but this verse has helped me "lose" control: "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." Romans 8:23
I'm supposed to be a social worker. I know it. I'm going to get there one day. I know that I'll be in a place where I can try to make the biggest difference in other people's lives.
So, hopefully this huge lesson that I've learned this weekend will help me in the future. Who knows, maybe next week I'll be freaking out again. Or maybe next week I'll find out what I'm doing next fall...
I should check the mail again. ;)
The few tears that I've shed over this situation are actually different from the other "normal" (as some people would call them) times that I cry. These tears are the tears of frustrating helpless.
What's been wrong with me:
I have no idea where I'll be in four months, and it's been killing me.
What I've learned:
I've had to learn that it's actually okay to not have control of my life. I've learned that I have to let go of trying to be in control. The weirdest thing is that now that I've done this, I feel more in control than I have in months. The bottom line is that there is someone taking care of me, and, no matter how hard it is, I have to let him do his job.
I'm not all about quoting scripture these days, but this verse has helped me "lose" control: "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." Romans 8:23
I'm supposed to be a social worker. I know it. I'm going to get there one day. I know that I'll be in a place where I can try to make the biggest difference in other people's lives.
So, hopefully this huge lesson that I've learned this weekend will help me in the future. Who knows, maybe next week I'll be freaking out again. Or maybe next week I'll find out what I'm doing next fall...
I should check the mail again. ;)