You’ve been here before. It’s the end of the school year, a moment for closure and recounting both good and bad memories. The oncoming of the summer months places you on the border of today and tomorrow. A scholastic tradition of annual transition. A retrospective commission for your life’s vision. Everything is changing. The closing weeks of each year in high school, pushes you inches forward and miles further from your comfort zone. It finally ends, you say goodbye to the graduating class and keep trekking on.

It’s never something I got used to. The independence given to me when I left for college introduced a feeling I had never experienced when the school year ended. Living arrangements, friend groups, job titles, academic funding and home situations change each year. Not to say that my year-to-year life drastically differs, but it’s different enough to force me to grow and appreciate where I have been and where I am going. Here I am, ending my second year at Biola, crossing the halfway mark proudly. This is as further than anyone in my family has ever gone, and I definitely wouldn’t be here without their undying support.

Looking back on my time here, I relish the privilege of being surrounded by so many inspirational men and women of God. I think of all the graduating seniors that I call big-brothers or big-sisters, because they took the time to mentor me. I think of how faithful God was and continues to be when my problems seem larger than life. I think of all the times that God used me to speak into other people's lives. I end this year looking back at all of my memories, both good and bad.

I am entering the future walking backwards, with my eyes on everything that brought me here. No matter how much life changes, I won’t forget who I am.