As my fbook status proclaims, my dentist is a Baylor Alum. Today he talked about the pre-BSB days of having science classes in MMsci, living in Penland, and marrying a NoRo girl. (Of course, ha ha.)
Made me a little Baylor-sick. Mostly I'm just thrilled to be here (or there, rather.) Every once in a while, I stop and think about my road to Waco--how at first, I wanted to be out of Texas, then, just NOT at Baylor (I was so adamant!) Then, winter premiere. Still not sold. But I never wanted to apply anywhere else. And every time I imagined myself as a college student, those big trees and Old Main towers just seemed to be in the backdrop. Still, I said no.
But my mom made me accept as a precaution I guess, and I was so annoyed the day that "I know where I'm going" shirt came in the mail. I kept it in the package and stuffed it in the back of my closet. I can't even pinpoint what I thought I wanted then. It took God softening my heart to listen to Him again (facilitated by an IHOPrayer trip :))
It wasn't a big realization. It just happened, like the words came out before I knew they were true: "I'm going to Baylor."
That shirt came out of the package and here I am.
But I still don't know where I'm going. I have a long way to go when it comes to figuring out my purpose, and I don't necessarily like to keep guessing. It worries me, to say the least. But I have to hope that just like my road to Waco, my road to who-knows-where is perfectly planned. And that He has more "I know where I'm going" t-shirts for me somewhere.
In His beauty, grace, and light,
Antonia...at work
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Made me a little Baylor-sick. Mostly I'm just thrilled to be here (or there, rather.) Every once in a while, I stop and think about my road to Waco--how at first, I wanted to be out of Texas, then, just NOT at Baylor (I was so adamant!) Then, winter premiere. Still not sold. But I never wanted to apply anywhere else. And every time I imagined myself as a college student, those big trees and Old Main towers just seemed to be in the backdrop. Still, I said no.
But my mom made me accept as a precaution I guess, and I was so annoyed the day that "I know where I'm going" shirt came in the mail. I kept it in the package and stuffed it in the back of my closet. I can't even pinpoint what I thought I wanted then. It took God softening my heart to listen to Him again (facilitated by an IHOPrayer trip :))
It wasn't a big realization. It just happened, like the words came out before I knew they were true: "I'm going to Baylor."
That shirt came out of the package and here I am.
But I still don't know where I'm going. I have a long way to go when it comes to figuring out my purpose, and I don't necessarily like to keep guessing. It worries me, to say the least. But I have to hope that just like my road to Waco, my road to who-knows-where is perfectly planned. And that He has more "I know where I'm going" t-shirts for me somewhere.
In His beauty, grace, and light,
Antonia...at work
Sent on the Now Network� from my Sprint® BlackBerry
My road to Baylor was very similar. Adamantly not the US, then not Texas... then the ambiguous "college" I kept picturing myself at just was Baylor. I love that He gets us where He knows we need to be, even when we do everything we can to resist it. Whenever, I am unsure about how things are going to go in life, I remember how amazingly perfect Baylor is, and I rest easy, knowing that if He got me there, then He will continue to get me where I need to be, because He knows better.