This year was a weird year for me. It was a year of savoring, a year of mourning, a year of catching up: my last year. It has been an absolute privilege to be a blogger and to document my life these past two semesters. I have enjoyed sharing some of my fondest memories with you all and leaving some wisdom that I learned throughout the years.
I was trying to think of what I wanted to share for my last goodbye and thought, “Why not my first hello?” When I first got accepted to Biola, I did not know what to expect. I did not know what Biolans were like, I did not know what my classes were going to be, and I definitely did not know how and where I would fit in. But, in the midst of all those unknowns, I knew that this is where I knew I wanted to spend the next few pivotal and life-changing years. God had made that very clear. And boy—did I learn and grow so much here!
Coming into Biola I was scared, nervous, and excited all at once. I had so many things that I wanted to explore and take a chance on. I learned to find my voice… to be confident in my own skin… to take things slow because God is not on our timeline… to breathe and sleep… to use the resources at Biola… to take each day one at a time… to value people time more than homework time… to be vulnerable and authentic… so many things that I am so beyond grateful for.
Now that it is time to say goodbye, I am left speechless. I do not know what the future holds, nor do I want to plan it (God has taught me that many times). But I want to keep my hands open, discerning where the Lord will lead me next. I am confident in who Biola has formed me to be to take on the world. I hope to continue to do women’s ministry. I hope to teach globally. And I hope you will all read my words again some day.