I pray you remember the ones who cheered you on. I pray that when you look back after being handed your degree that you’ll remember the journey. Trust me, it all mean so much more when there’s a story behind your victory. Enjoy your story. Enjoy the adventure.
There have been many late nights, many tears, many questions, many identity crisis moments, many fights, many breakdowns, and many joys. The beauty of the roller coaster ride is that God never changed (unlike my mood). Whether I was for Him or against Him, He remained the same. All for the sake of my growth.
When all your friends are in healthy and positive relationships and marriages it can be hard not to get discouraged. It can feel pretty hopeless at times but I have learned to find the humor in this season.
Want to know something funny? I was reading my journal the other night. But that’s not the joke. The punch line is that in my journal, younger Megan had made plans to be married at 22. She pictured a ring, a solid career, and husband that adored her.
Hope! It’s what we have believers. It’s what sets us apart from a dark world. But on some days, hope is harder to hold onto than others. For me, those days have turned into weeks and those weeks have turned into months. Every morning I wake up and remember that nothing has changed and that’s when discouragement sets in.