That's how I feel when I think back on my few weeks at college. There were good times. I met some cool people, and I learned a lot in such a short space of time. The memories make me sad, though, wishing things hadn't turned out this way.
So it makes sense that now, on the verge of another life-changing decision, I'm hesitating a little bit.
On my dresser is an acceptance letter from a Bible college, the same one my brother attends. I got it a few days ago.
But I haven't sent my reply yet.
Though the classes I'd take there wouldn't be towards a writing degree, they would grow my knowledge of the Bible and its Author. I could get through some college and learn how to handle all the work. I'd have time to think about my writing plans. It all makes sense.
But I am afraid.
I don't want to stay here working fast food, though I'll admit that I've learned quite a bit in that environment too. I have to take a step forward.
But I'm not positive it's the right step.
In the midst of all this wondering and second-guessing, I know what I have to do. I have to pray some more, and then make up my mind. Once and for all.
Tonight. Tonight I'll have a talk with God. And if He wills, I'll have my answer.
I want to move forward.
Have you ever been afraid of a decision you had to make?