The choice

My senior year of college, I went to a guidance counselor at my school, to help me sort out what I was going to do next.

As I mentioned in the last post, I had the opportunity to go on a short-term  missions trip to Mexico with my church (I think it was 7-10 days long).  Or I could go to British Columbia for seven weeks.

I had never been on any type of missions trip and wasn’t sure what the best option would be for me.  So I told the counselor  about my two options, hoping he could help me figure out which choice to make.

And he responded with something I had never heard before (though I have heard it since).

He said it really didn’t matter which option I chose.  God would use either one.  For some reason I had a very hard time believing that.

I just could  not wrap my mind around the fact that God didn’t have one plan for my life, that I should follow to a “T.”

It’s been years since the counselor told me what he did and now I can see where he was coming from.   When I was young, I think I thought that if I was supposed to get married, there was only one person out there that was the right fit for me.  My soul mate.  But then I started hearing that perhaps there were a handful of guys that might make a good mate for me, and basically it was up to me to choose.  Again, that kind of thinking rocked my world at the time.  But it really doesn’t phase me anymore.

Anyways, as I was trying to decide between my two missions options, I was talking to a friend (who has since become a missionary) and he said that if I went to Mexico for one week, it wouldn’t be long enough to really make an impact on my life.  Sure, I’d experience new things and might be impacted a bit, but it wouldn’t take too long for me to get back to normal life.  So, he encouraged me to go for the longer trip.  And that’s what I did.

I initially signed up to spend seven weeks of my summer in British Columbia and knew that I had the opportunity to stay on for the school year too, if I wanted.  Before I left home, I was certain that seven weeks would be long enough for me.  Except I was wrong.

More on that in the next post.

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