Life as a transfer student is its own kind of blissful awkward.
{Imagine a very happy, very clueless dandelion in a flowerbed.}
{Imagine a very happy, very clueless dandelion in a flowerbed.}
I’ve been wandering the halls back and forth all day hoping I stumble into the correct classrooms: planner in the left hand, coffee in the right hand, map in the teeth.
But. I am so blessed. The university hosts a community of believers after the heart of Jesus Christ. I have the opportunity to attend on-campus chapel as I please, am challenged to work hard and question what I believe by my professors, pray with my team before lacrosse practice, {which is often set to worship music,} and... I get my own mailbox! It's a beautiful place.
Verse on my heart:
He has shown you, O man, what is good: And what does the Lord require of you but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God? Micah 6:8
Love from Minnesota,
Kaelie
P.S. Hey! Sup, Angela?! We have a blog--what!! {How was school, ya little trooper?}
~God, be lifted high as Ang and I travel through college. May we be ever mindful of the way of love. Set our gaze on You, Jesus. Give us a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of You, that the eyes of our understanding would be opened. Amen!
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