Second semester is going pretty well. It's already hard but I know it's going to turn out alright. I'm taking Intro to Computers, Spanish, Christian Leadership, History, New Testament, Geology, and best of all...a three-hour Geology Lab every Wednesday.
I don't like my history professor, but I've heard he's easy. I love Spanish and the professor is great. The computer class isn't too bad so far, and the professor is very funny and bold about his faith. I am in love with everything about my Christian Leadership class. The Lord is already teaching me so much through the book we are assigned to read and by the professor's lectures. I also live on the same hall as the professor's daughter, and she's one of those people that has Jesus exploding out of her pores, so it's awesome to see that as great as this professor is, he's also real, as evidenced through his sweet and godly daughter. New Testament should be okay, it's not awesome right now because we're just studying the Intertestamental Period and background to the New Testament and stuff like that, but soon hopefully we will dive in to the actual books. I signed up for the same professor as Old Testament, so I already am used to the way his tests and projects are. I'm taking New Testament and Spanish with my roommate, so I have an automatic study buddy and project partner. Geology, however is going to punch me in the face until I'm black and blue, no exaggeration. There is an hour lecture on Mondays, an hour lecture on Wednesdays, then a three hour lab on Wednesdays as well. The professor is nice and is very smart, but I hate science, all sciences, am absolutely terrible at thinking scientifically, and it's college so it's a level up than what I'm used to as it is. Needless to say, I have my work cut out for me. But I know I will survive.
One of the verses that God has spoken to me the most thus far my freshman year is Exodus 15:2. "The Lord is my strength and my song, and He has become my salvation." Exodus is my favorite book of the Bible, but that's not the only reason why this verse is my constant. I love that the Lord is my strength. When I am weak, He is strong. When I have nothing to offer Him but my tears, He holds me in His sweet embrace until I return to sanity. When I am exhausted, sick, defeated, sad, and lonely, HE IS MY STRENGTH. I don't have to be anything to earn this...this is part of His natural instinct, His natural character. He wants to help me, He wants to love on me, He wants to carry my burden. Cast all your anxiety on the Lord, for He cares for you. Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you. When anxiety was great within me, Your love brought joy to my soul. My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Come to Me and find rest for your souls. Over and over again, He tells us that He cares so much about us that He WANTS to help us. He is so worth trusting.
I love the next part just as much: He is my song. I love singing, music, listening to the musically inclined, all genres, at any time. I believe that He speaks through music and that He talents certain people with it. When I think of the Lord being my song, I think of Him lifting my head up and renewing me. He fills me with joy. Not happiness, which is temporary, a simple feeling that comes and goes as human nature changes, but JOY. Joy that comes from God alone. Zephaniah 3:17 says He will rejoice over us with singing and quiet us with His love. That is so beautiful to me! He is so beautiful. He is my strength and He is my song. I delight in Him. I am HIS.
The last part however might be the best of all: He has become my salvation. I have always thought, up until last semester, that "salvation" was a term to describe December 16th, 2001: the day I told Jesus that I would be His and follow Him wholeheartedly. Salvation is so much more than asking Him into your life. It literally means the act of saving or being protected from harm. Theologically, the dictionary says it is the deliverance of the act and penalty of sin, or redemption. Redemption is one of my favorite words because redeem means to buy or pay off; to obtain the release and restoration of something. He literally bought us, exchanged Himself for our sake, just so that we could live with Him forever in a beautiful and finally perfect place. He is my SALVATION. He is my Savior, my Redeemer, and my Deliverer. He rescued my life from the pit. But it didn't stop that Sunday morning when my nine-year-old heart accepted Jesus-He continues to save me. He saves me from myself, my flesh, my desires, my insecurities, my fears, my doubts, my pain, my sin, my weaknesses, my imperfections. I am thankful that I love and serve the God that knows me better than I know myself, even the things about myself I hate the most, and yet He loves me anyway. He chose me anyway. He knew what I would struggle with when He has nails drove into his skin and a crown of thorns pushed down hard on his head. The Lord is my salvation. He delivered me.
All that said, I serve a BIG GOD! He is so wonderful. He is the Maker of the Stars, yet He holds my breaking heart. He created the universes ex nihilo, out of nothing, and yet He cares about my stupid drama with friends. I cannot get over the fact that He loves us so.
Praise be to God, the Lover of my Soul, my Rescuer and Redeemer, and my best friend...You are indescribable.
Please keep praying for me as I do my best in school. It's hard but it is so worth it, and I know I'm in the right place. God is good.