Plans

Times like these, when I'm pouring over my accounting textbook, absolutely certain that my entire life and future hinges upon my grade in this one single class and on this one single final, it's good for me to remember that the Lord has plans for me. Plans to prosper and provide for me, plans of hope and a future. It's good and hard at the same time to remember this. Good because it brings an immeasurable amount of comfort to my very soul. Hard because I want to make my Father proud, even though I know that it is my heart, not my works or my grade on a test, that forges our bond. Also bad because in my head, I know that I don't have control. I mean, I have control over this test- the amount that I study, how hard I have worked over the course of the semester. But I don't have control over the course of my life. I don't know what the future holds for me. I'm still a little kid, I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up. But I do know that the Lord has plans for me and, while I'm incredibly nervous, I know that it's going to be awesome. And tomorrow, when I walk into my accounting exam, palms sweating, that is what I want to remember, not equations or memorized formulas. My life doesn't hinge upon this test or any other test that the future brings. My life hinges upon the amazing sacrifice that Jesus made for me and, regardless of anything else that happens, that's all that matters. Thank you, God. Still. I hope I do well on this flipping test.