Well my friends, I regret to say, that this is the end.

After re-reading all of my posts, I can only think, Whew, what a colorful, dizzying whirlwind of a semster. I feel like I've grown so much, just through taking this class. This class: the best one I've had yet (and I've had some fantastic ones!!) If anyone in these past few months asked me how I was, I could, and did, honestly answer, "Brilliant. I'm taking this great class called Spiritual Formation and am learning SO much." Now, in this final post, I am going to answer some questions to look back on the whole journey, to see just how much I've actually learned.

Foster says spiritual disciplines are not designed to be ends in themselves, but are intended to facilitate a person's journey into greater freedom in living a Christ-like life. How did you practice of the disciplines this semester (either some in particular or all together) help you grow in your faith in and obedience to God?
 
I've developed some good habits this semester. Through the discipline of studying, I was reminded that reading the Bible regularly is both essential and approachable. Even though I probably won't be studying the Bible in depth regularly, there has been one long-term change in my life due to this practice: I've been reading the Bible just about every morning for over a month!! I had doubted I would ever get into that habit even at the beginning of the semester, but God has His own ideas!

Through this semester, I was reminded by studying the disciplines (among other things) that I often set the bar too low for my spiritual life. For too long I've been just getting by with only sporadic time spent with God. I have not been striving for excellence, but have been surviving on the minimum amount of fuel. I feel like this semester has been a turning point in my spiritual life. Now I really want to spend those extra few minutes with God, get up early to read His Word, and spend time in prayer, solitude, and worship. My prayer life is significantly altered. Now I have learned a little of what it means to listen to God in prayer, and hear his voice. I have more confidence that God will meet me in worship.

Wow that sounded really ideal. In reality I am still so far from where I need to be! I'm so excited to have grown, but now I'm a little afraid that this eagerness will fall off now that I'm not focusing on those disciplines as I have been in class. The exciting thing is that this is only one stretch of the road. God has promised to sanctify me, and so He will.

What were some of the distractions or hindrances that kept you from practicing, or practicing to the fullest, the assigned disciplines this semester? What does this show you about yourself? How do you plan to address this area (or these areas) of struggle?

Honestly, it was making the time that kept me away. I often didn't make practicing the disciplines more of a priority than homework or my social life. This reveals to me that I lack trust in God. If I was trusting Him by submitting my spiritual life to Him first off, the rest of life would follow. I need to remember to put God first. I should take that 10 minutes to quick run outside and pray, or to meditate, or I should commit to fasting once a week. I'm planning on commiting to a month of fasting (of some variety) at the beginning of the year, to kick things off the right way.

Identify three disciplines you thing mesh well together and explain how you see them interrelating. How would you plan to practice them together?

Solitude, fasting, and worship seem to work well together. Fasting clears our minds, solitude allows for that clarity to come into focus, and worship draws our minds to God Himself. Fasting and solitude can sound like lonely, sad disciplines, but if practiced the right way, can force us to be dependent on God, which could lead into joyful worship. I would set a day aside without food, only drinking water, and refrain from facebook or other things that I use mindlessly. If possible, I'd pick a day where I could spend an hour or two out in nature, by myself, a place that I could sing or dance in worship where I wouldn't be seen! Why not? What a great way that would be to celebrate Christmas break!

Identify one discipline you would urge a new believer to practice. How would you instruct them in the discipline? Why do you think this deicipline is especailly well suited to the formation of a new believer?

I think study might be most valuable for a young Christian. It all depends where they are at spiritually. However, many fresh believers are full of joy and excitement and very aware of the new freedom they have in Christ. To study would temper that reality with truth. In their enthusiasm they could glean a lot from being in the Word regularly, truth that would last their whole lives. They would be less prone to the errors of new believers if they were grounded in truth.

Spiritual disciplines fortfy believers against some of the universal struggles and weaknesses all Christians battle against. Identify and describe an area of weakness you observe in the Kuyper College student population. What spiritual discipline, if corporately practice, would target ths area of weakness and why?There are so many strengths in the Kuyper community it's hard to pinpoint a weakness! Kuyper tends to be very strong in worship, confession, and prayer.

Perhaps solitude is a discipline Kuyper could benefit from. The sense of community is so strong at Kuyper that focused time spent alone with God would relieve so much of the stress students feel. We are all being pulled in so many directions: School work, jobs ministires, worship, social life, etc. So many students enter the week feeling drained. Life rolls on, leaving precious little time to re-center.  To strip all of that goodness away and find the heart of our relationship with God could only refresh us and remind us of what really matters. To practice this discipline corporately might help us to do it regularly, and with accountability. Our whole education experience will be much more profitable if we put God first.

What advice would you give to the next class of spiritual formation students at Kuyper College who will be practicing these disciplines?

Oh, ENJOY! Take the time to steep in each discipline; your homework and other duties will wait, I assure you! God wants your heart more than your work, so give Him your time! This could be a turning point in your relationship with Him! Be open to change, to think about things differently. Be warned: your pride may be damaged and Self de-throned. Take heart, God is going to work great things in you if you open yourself up to Him!
I would take this class again in a heartbeat if there were no other strings attached. And who know, maybe I'll even post again, from time to time? In fact, I'm sure I will. But until then, I'm overflowing with thankfulness for the opportunity I've been granted to peel away so much of the rubbish that has gotten in between God and I. I've come before God's presence, to see Him as I have never before. The great thing is, that there is so much more of God to see! As I grow, I will only see how much more glorious He is, how much more there is to His infinity. What lies ahead, even this next semester? I can't wait to find out. It has been a sweet journey, but the road goes ever on and on.

It's you and me, Father, until the end, and beyond.
Thank You for the opportunity for your Spirit to touch mine in worship.
Thank You that you've already forgiven me, and forgotten my sins!
Thank You for meeting me in times of quiet.
Thank You for speaking to me, for perfecting my prayers.
Thank You for life, this precious gift. Help me to use it well, all for You.
Thank You that I need nothing, nothing but You.
Thank You for Your Word, the opportunity to know You.
 Help me to submit to others, to submit to You. Thank you for submitting yourself as a servant to us, in Your sacrifice in coming to this world and dying for us.
Thank You for all of the material things you've blessed me with. Thank you for friendships. They are such a beautiful loan!
Thank You for peace, for Your incredible creation that is our temporary home.
Thank You for the opportunity to take this class, to learn, to grow with others, to deepen friendships.
Thank You for Your work, already accomplished.
Thank You for Your faithfulness to stay with us and sanctify us.
Thank You that you will come again, You will heal us completely, You will take us to dwell with You.
Take my life. Let me abandon myself wholeheartedly to live for You, always.


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The idea of submission has been abused and twisted to connote demeaning servitude. A Biblical perspective allows submission to God to be a means of liberation and freedom. Foster writes, "It is the ability to lay down the terrible burden of always needing to get our own way. The obssesion to demand that things go the way we want them to go is one of the greatest bondages in human society today." God is in control anyway. A headstrong will only deprives us of the joy of aligning our will with God's. "In submission we are at last free to value other people," Foster writes. "Their dreams and plans become important to us...We discover that it is far better to serve our neighbor than to have our own way."

Foster notes 7 major areas of submission: to God, to Scripture, to our family, our neighbors, to the Church, to the broken and despised, and to the world as an environment. This week, I practiced submission by trying to be aware of my motives in all of these areas. The foundation of practicing submission lies in self-denial.Was I seeking to serve my self, or was I putting others first? Was I submitting to others in the use of my time, words, and thoughts? I began each morning with a simple prayer of submission to God.

This week I found many times when I had moments where the choice needed to be made to honor God with my thoughts or actions, or else I would just "do my own thing." When the choice was not conscious, I would often choose to think my own thoughts, not God's. I realized that I need to be more sensitive to the Spirit.

As I tried to practice submission to others, I found joy as I quieted myself just a little more in converation, trying to hear others' needs and thoughts. It was freeing to make the point of each conversation (at least that was my intention) to be the joy of others, not to promote my thoughts. Yes, I did not keep this focus in every conversation. But it was a refreshing thought, taking off the stress of trying to make sure every conversation went the way I wanted it to.

A lot of thoughts buzzed around in my head this week. What am I supposed to be doing in life?  Which people should I be serving, and where should I spend my time? What character flaws do I need to address? I've become more aware of the ways that I'm not reaching my full potential as a child of the King. Wouldn't submitting to God mean pruning away those areas in my life that are not in accordance with His life? Actually, no. If I try to fix myself, I'm focusing on just that- myself. To submit to God would be to look at His life, not mine and to let Him lead me wherever He sees fit. By submitting to Him, my life will reach its fullest and richest potential.

At one point, I felt overwhelmed by all the changing my heart needs! I wearied, just at the thought of how I'm never going to be perfect in this life and how much killing of self is ahead. Then I remembered a verse from the chapter I've been memorizing, Isaiah 40:28: "Dost thou not know, hast thou not heard? that the everlasting Lord, the Creator of the ends of the world, does not weary, fainteth not, neither is weary." God is not just faithful, but His faithfulness never tires either. Fixing ourselves in our own strength does not glorify God, and it only exhausts us. In submission we find rest. Complete dependence means denying self, and brings God the glory He deserves. God becomes our strength, not ourselves. This is the heart of submission.

"Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.

~Francis Havergal

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The discipline of solitude stands formidably. To be cut off from human company sounds like a severe discipline indeed. As Foster explains, though, this is not so much a exercise in solitary confinement, as it is one of cultivating silence of soul. To be solitary is to listen instead of speaking, to step out of the fast pace of life when we get that minute of extra time, instead of filling it with noise. Solitude does not necessarily mean locking oneself away from the world, but carrying that still, centered frame of mind through the day. Most importantly, it is to allow God to act, to be our justifier instead of acting in fear and trying to take the reins.

To practice solitude, I took a day to be conscious of how I used my time. Instead of allowing myself busy actions and noise, I cut out what I could from my life. I did not listen to music while doing homework, and spent as little time online as possible. To top it off, I went on a forest stroll. Though cutting out busy time from my life was not terribly successful, the focused walk helped me learn what solitude looks like.

 Usually when I go for a walk, I think about anything and everything. This time, I wanted to hear God speak, I wanted to hear what He had to say. There will always be something to think about, but will I always listen to God's voice? I silenced the voice in my head and just listened and soaked nature in.The tapping of a woodpecker, the fluttering of chickadees, the distant hum of cars, the faint plash of the creek, the rustling of dry grass and dead leaves were little wonders. How well He takes care of each blade of grass, each leaf, that perhaps no one has ever seen but I! Created just for me to see? Or created just to make God smile? So many of these intricacies no one has ever, nor will ever see.

No matter where I go in life, I will always be able to experience a nook of nature, even if it is in a place I've never been before. It will always be waiting for me when I need solitude. It is my home, a ceiling, walls, and windows, made without hands. What is a home, but a place to be invited, to bask in its comfort, to appreciate the homey details, to hear the voice of loved ones? And here, I hear God's voice. Like never before, I hear His soft answers to my silly, sincere questions. If I try answer my own questions, to fill my head with words, I might have decent anwers, but I will have missed my Father's voice, true North.

This Thanksgiving weekend, above the many things I have to be thankful for, I'm grateful to God for being, in Himself, everything I need. I'm thankful I can hear His voice clearer than I ever have. True, sometimes God is silent. But sometimes, He speaks in a still, small voice.

Listen.
We don't have to figure everything out.
Just listen.

In Foster's chapter on simplicity, he identifies three inner attitudes of simplicity. "If [1.] what we have is a gift, and [2] what we have is to be cared for by God, and if [3] what we have is available to others, then we will possess freedom from anxiety. This is the inward reality of simplcity."

Much of this week's lesson was about having freedom from attachment to worldly goods. As I searched for ways on how this lesson applied to me, I remembered something that has been impressed on my mind lately. In response to this chapter, I decided to remember and apply the discipline of simplicity every time it was challenged in this way.

I found that my struggle is not so much with physical possesions as it is with my friendships. I believe I could give up all of my little treasures and be down to $0 in my bank account and still be happily praising God - it'd be hard, yes, but it wouldn't level me. However, the thought of losing intimacy I've gained in any friendship stings. If you've read my spiritual autobiography post, you know there was a time in my life when I lacked friends. Now that I have been given (oh so graciously!) so many strong relationships, my reaction is to hoard, at least in my mind. I recoil to think of my friends moving on from a friendship, or worse, replacing me. When I see others chumming with people I had hoped to become close with, a little pang of jealousy rises up. Yes, I try to squelch and smother it, but I wonder, what is fundamentally wrong with my outlook that makes me jealous of in my friendships?

Reading about simplicity, it kind of came together. Foster's first two attitudes of simplicity are the reminder that what we have is a gift, and cared for by God. I do not deserve my relationships, they are a gift, a blessing, from God. All I truly need in life is Him. God brought me through the time when it was just Him and I, in fact, I grew a lot during that time. I need to trust that God is sufficient for all of my needs and He alone knows what is best: He will provide people, He will take them away.

Foster's last check of simplicity is that what we have be available to others. My friends are not only a blessing to me, but to others as well. I need to cultivate a deeper appreciation of their gifts, and dwell on what God has for them in life. We immortals, what many paths God may lead us on before the end! Their companionship is a joy when God has led it to cross ways with mine. But God may be leading them on richer, wilder roads, so it is not mine to cling to them now. We are all like ships passing in the night, our lights bring joy to others when we pass, but we each wind our own course. What a better friend I would be if I thought more about where God is leading others, and rejoicing and discovering the beauty of who they are in Him!

The reminder also remains: I will see them in heaven, where we all shall have the freest and deepest relationships with NO barriers, no pulling back. Then we shall communicate simply with each other, for our focus will be pure and undividedly God-centered. This is simplicity: that we de-center ourselves from our lives and put God in the center of our hearts, wills, and loves.

As a student, studying is perhaps the thing I want to do the least. Isn't my brain bent over the books enough without turning my devotional time with God into work? 

However, studying it is. Isaiah 40 was the chapter I decided to study. I had read this chapter recently in preparation for a Bible study, and struck with its beautiful description of God's relationship with His people. To be honest, in choosing to study this passage at this time, I was killing four birds with one stone: along with using it to meeting my study requirement for Spiritual Formation class, I had selected this chapter to memorize for extra credit in another class, and ultimately, I desired to learn more about God as well as prepare for a day of worship. I decided to set a chunk of time for studying on Sunday morning to take advantage of the time change. Setting my phone for an hour, I found an empty room with a large window, and settled down to study.

All thoughts of the tedium of studying were dispelled when I read the first two verses.

Comfort ye.
Comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished,
that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the Lord's hand
double
for all her sins.

The method of study I chose was to transcribe the chapter. Verse after verse flowed from my pencil, rich with the majesty, love, and glorious incomprehensibility of God. Any unease about studying drained from me, leaving me with peace. No, it was not an epiphanal moment. But it was an hour free of concern, knowing I was turning my attention and desires to God, the most worthwhile activity I could undertake. More importantly, I know that through that time, he was pursuing me, pursuing me with comfort, of all things. It almost sounds blasphemous to say it. So often I feel guilt for not doing my share, for making wrong decisions, for allowing misguided, sinful thoughts to control my actions. I forget that God doesn't just wait for me to turn to Him, but He is constantly, persistently, painstakingly, generously, simply pursuing me. I don't need to struggle, He has accomplished the war, on the cross He took away the burden of my sins, and has not only forgiven me, but paid for me doubly with mercy, love, and acceptance. I forget that He is not only offering me heaven at the end of life, but solace here, in Him. It's not wrong to want to be comforted and affirmed, no, we're made for it, we were made to receive God's validating love and acceptance.

After that experience, I have planned to continue to set aside that hour each Sunday morning. The peace I found also prompted me to try to read at least a chapter of my Bible each day, and find within that chapter a verse to take with me throughout the day. I haven't upheld that commitment yet though. Argh! The good that I wish to do, that I do not do!!! However, those first two verses have upheld me all week when I felt I was too busy to read the Bible. (Yes, I know I wasn't truly too busy, I was putting homework over God.) They would seep into my mind when I was stressing out over deadlines, or felt too exhausted to think critically. God continued to use that one hour I gave to Him to pursue me through the rest of the week. He gave me the last thing I was expecting to find when studying - comfort.

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The discipline of fasting couldn't have come at a better time for me.

In the past, I've usually had a specific reason, or else the nagging feeling that I need to get things straight between God and I, for which focused prayer and fasting were needed. I usually just fast for a day, abstaining from all food but drinking water. Prayer and the Bible take precedence. The day is marked by a renewed sense of peace in God, purpose is sharpened, and self is taken off its throne.  However rich the benefits of fasting, I could probably count on one hand how many times I've done this.
However, since we were required to fast this week, I looked for a reason. It shouldn't have surprised me that there are oh so many reasons, even in a seemingly normal week. Even though this week's activities might not have normally prompted me to fast, I was much better prepared to meet the week.
I decided to try something new this week. From Saturday until tomorrow, I have committed to the Daniel fast -only fruits and vegetables (I did make some minor adjustments). To my surprise, this has worked very well. Instead of focusing on the hunger that comes with missing meals, which invariably occurs when I abstain from food, I was forced to discipline myself, but not to the point of distraction. This way I have been able to maintain a worshipful experience for a longer period of time. I was happy to find that I didn't find it too difficult to practice discipline in this area.
I will confess, food is an area I do not regularly practice much discipline in. I often eat without thinking, or use it to smother ideas and thoughts that I'd rather not deal with. It's an easy preoccupation. Even though I don't wish to go to the other extreme of evaluating everything I eat, I know that I need to not let food dominate my life as much as I do. It becomes a habit, a bad one.
After reading in our book, Celebration of Discipline, about fasting regularly, or maintaining an absolute fast for a whole month, I've been convicted to do this more often. I've never entertained the possibility of fasting weekly, but perhaps making this part of my practice would force me to center myself weekly other than on Sundays. Bringing every area of my life under subjection not just to my own will, but under God's will, could only be a healthy practice.

This week, several things came together in my life spiritually. Perspective on life, forgiveness long withheld, killing sin, listening prayer, and recalling events in order to write my spiritual autobiography all brought me into the presence of God. Fasting added another element into the mix. My mind is clearer, and focuses more readily on worship. I have had some beautiful moments with my Lord this week. You know the kind? When you can almost feel God sitting in the room with you? When your active mind stops trying to answer its own questions, is still, and just for a moment, you realize that the words that flashed into your head were not your own? A wide moment looking up into the sky, and the peace that surpasses understanding breaks in upon your heart?

Thank You dear Father.

No, fasting is not fun. But it brings us into the presence of our Lord, of the One we desire most. It rips the idolatry of Self from our hearts, centering us again on God, the fulfillment of all of our desires, the Giver of Life. Why not take advantage of the opportunity to draw closer to Him?

                          Spiritual Autobiography

I sit with notebooks of my past journalings sprawled around me. Each one contains softly penciled precious thoughts, recordings of events, doodles, and half-written stories: the ideas that make me who I am. Old though they seem to me now, my journey with my Father began long before these pages were written.

The family I grew up in was loving, strongly Christian, and conservative.  I was given a solid foundation in the knowledge of God and was homeschooled from kindergarten up.  Born on April 23rd 1989, I was raised in New Jersey, the middle child of three girls: Laura, two years older, and Julianne, five years younger. I was adventurous, tomboyish, imaginative, and loud among acquaintances, yet shy around strangers. Stubborn and hard headed, I would often resist my mom’s schooling efforts and get myself into mischief.
Church plays a central role in my story. I learned a lot of doctrine from my church and family (my dad had attended to the seminary connected with the church) but it remained head knowledge. I would seek spiritual experiences, especially during Communion as I watched the members of the church take the cup and bread I would try to work myself up to feel the gravity of the occasion by imagining the brutality of Jesus’ sacrifice. I assumed that I would partake of baptism and membership along with all the others in my age group when I was considered old enough.

October 1999, almost exactly 13 years ago, we moved to Jenison, Michigan with the intent of attending one of two churches which were sister churches of my home church in New Jersey. However, only a few months after moving here, we left the church in which we had intended to become members in the first move of a “church odyssey” which spanned years. We attended a wide variety of denominations: Brethren, Strict Baptist, Orthodox Presbyterian, Reformed Presbyterian, non-denominational, church plants, etc. Every Sunday was spent huddled with my sisters listening to my parents discuss the finer points of theology, church practice, etc, as they decided if the church would be a good fit. Though we didn’t have much social interaction during the week, my sisters and I didn’t look forward to attending church yet again as the “new visitors.”

On and off during the time, I would battle with guilt over my sins: stubbornness towards my mother, fights with my sisters, and lack of diligence at schoolwork. Every day I’d try to start with a fresh slate, but I could never manage a full day without getting tangled in my sin.
One week in November 2000, I spent almost every night afraid to go to hell, crying and praying myself to sleep. I knew that although I believed all the right things, I was not giving my life to God in repentance. That Sunday, we visited a new church, whose walls were the same white painted brick as that of my home church back in New Jersey. I can’t remember the thought process that went through my head, but the Holy Spirit changed my heart that night. In the dark back seat of our old station wagon, heading down 1-96, I looked out at the winding road behind me and know that I was changed person. My heart belonged to another master, and the heavy guilt of my sin was gone. I began to trust Him that day, and for the first time I began to know His power and goodness. I know my life was changed then and I truly wanted to live for Him instead of just trying to good to escape earthly consequences and ultimately, hell.
I told no one of God’s encounter with me, but I felt a new peace as I went about my daily tasks. Though I still struggled with sin, I was no longer a slave. My parents later recalled that they could see a big change in my life at that time.

During this time, my family had shifted from typical Reformed Baptist to living a very conservative lifestyle. Many of the people we knew were “plain folk”. They lived simple lives, separated from worldliness. Like them, we girls began wearing dresses every day. We were about the nerdiest homeschoolers you could conjure.
I had many friends during this time, or, rather, second hand friends, because Laura was always more sociable and easy to talk to than I. My only true friends were still my sisters. We spent all day, every day together, which - as you can imagine - led to many fights, but many sweet moments as well. I learned a lot academically from being homeschooled, but the socially limited environment was depressingly dull.
Around 2004, our family began to re-attend Grace Immanuel Reformed Baptist Church (GIRBC) in Grand Rapids. Although our family did not seek membership at the time, my sisters and I deeply longed to be involved.

It was around the same time that another pivotal piece came into the story. One afternoon, Laura and I came upstairs to find a video cassette lying on the kitchen table. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.
My life was never the same. I say this half in jest, but truly, the next year, in which we watched each of those movies an even dozen times, completely changed my perspective on life. Instead of considering each day as a slate which I attempted to keep clean from sin, life unraveled as a story, and I saw it for what it is, a heroic battle between good and evil. It was as if a sword was placed in my hands, giving me the opportunity to be victorious over the dark, not merely keeping it at bay. I saw the beauty of the world as a setting for this battle, a testimony against the dark to illuminate the love and order of our Creator.
 
Through high school, we continued to be homeschooled, though by this point, we had full charge of our own schooling. This was a difficult time in my life, because we still had little social interaction, and the close, strong family we had had was falling apart. We basically raised ourselves during this time. I felt like Eowyn: "I fear a cage. To be trapped behind bars until use and old age accept them."Long story short, our family grew out of the conservative stage. My parents moved on to another church, but we three sisters remained at GIRBC. I got a job at Sunset Retirement Home in the food service at 17, in the footsteps of Laura. I was very shy at work at first.  Working with dozens of girls from various backgrounds introduced me just a little into the ways of the world. Gradually I developed confidence in my work, and Sunset became like a second home to me

At the age of 18, I learned how to drive -and crash- cars. Each of the three cars I totaled within three years was a little message from God. It was as if He took each car in His hand and placed it on the side of the road, without any harm to my passengers or myself. I think He just wanted me to learn that He is in control of everything.
Needless to say, the thousands of dollars that went into my cars left me short on college money. In part to save up, in part because I was afraid of college level work, and in part because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to go to college for, I took a year off after finishing school. I worked practically full-time hours at my job.
2007 was also the year I experienced one of the most beautiful days in my life. I officially became an adult that year, and my dad believed that adulthood was the age to be initiated in baptism, so I made public profession of my faith, declaring God alone as my Savior and Lord, and was welcomed into church membership.

The summer before I started college was a formative one. Being responsible for all the paperwork necessary for entering college was overwhelming, since while homeschooling I had been unused to deadlines and making important decisions. One event summarizes this time of life for me.
The week before school started, I went with my church friends down to the blustery Lake Michigan beach, where some of us went pier jumping. After jumping in, I realized my strokes weren’t taking me closer to the ladder; instead, I was being drawn out into the lake. The waves were high and every breath was cut short by a cresting swell. Unable to swim for the ladder and almost unable to breathe, I panicked. One of the guys had to jump in and guide me to the other side of the pier where there was another ladder.
It struck me that the same sinking, drowning emotion of trying in vain to swim back to the pier was the same way I felt when burdened by the weight of responsibility. It was the feeling of trying to accomplish something in my own strength and knowing that that strength wasn’t in me. Although I knew that God was in charge, and that I couldn’t do anything of value outside of his power, I had never experienced this truth so vividly. Entering college, I strove to remain close to God, to spend time with Him, hear His voice, and depend on Him for strength, and not myself.

At 19, I started school at GRCC. Though I had never been so stressed in my life, I loved every minute of it. I finally felt fulfilled, and that my life was full of direction. The cultural diversity of CC and the liberal atheistic mindset broadened my mind and focus. Also, I finally had good friends who appreciated me for who I was. I was growing in my friendships, responsibility, and my relationship with God.

However, my second year at CC was shadowed by a dark cloud: doubt. The social work classes I was taking at the time did not help: I drove home from many a class questioning everything I had believed about how government works and our role as Christians to help those in need. During that time I doubted everything except for God. That spring, I found myself doubting even Him. My love of philosophy and desire to be open-minded left me questioning not the assurance of my salvation, but if there was even a God. How could we prove His existence? What would my life look like if I didn’t believe in God? Innately, I knew that my life would need to be consistent with whatever belief system I chose. If I believed in God, it would follow that I’d need to be sold out, body and soul, to God. So, I gave myself a rumspringen(an Amish tradition where young people who were raised Amish are given a year to live in the world before becoming full members of the Amish for life), three days, I told myself, where I would disentangle myself from the Christian presuppositions and think for myself.  It ended up being a whole lot longer than that. Though it was exciting to probe the extent of my mind and belief at the time, the cloud grew ever blacker. I didn’t even want to pray to God or read Christian material, because we are most influenced by what we are surrounded with, and I wanted to make up my own mind. I am very thankful for the solid friendships God gave me during this time that helped me keep my footing. My dear friends prayed for me, presented me with the weaponry of Christian philosophy, and encouraged me to remain involved in church ministries and events.
One bright day walking home from work, I was darkly ruminating the recesses of philosophy and finding no escape, when I passed a church with a shining white steeple. It offended me. How could anyone be so arrogant as to claim that their way was so high above others? At the same time, I was drawn to it. They were so sure. Confidence is an attractive thing. There was such a beauty to the contrast of the white steeple against the bluest of blue skies. How could such beauty come to be? There must be some solid truth. This moment was the turning point. I did not reach a conclusion that day, except to recognize that if I wanted to believe God, the logic would point me in His direction, and if I did not want to know God, I could use that same philosophy against Him. It all had to do with which I chose to believe.
God is faithful. Even when I turned away from Him, He still held me and brought me back. Eventually I remembered. I did know God, just as one knows another person. I had seen Him work. I had heard His voice. How could I pretend He didn’t exist? Just because there is no proof of the persons’ existence does not mean they never were.

I graduated from CC with my associates in 2011. I knew that if I was meant to be a social worker, and counsel others, I would need to further my education at a Christian college, where my weak faith would be strengthened. I had heard my friend Jerika glowingly describe Kuyper’s spiritual focus, doctrinal soundness, and affordability, so I put in my application. It was that simple. No second guesses, no college tours. The acceptance interview had me sold. I’m still sold.
A month before I began at Kuyper, I moved out from my family’s home to live with Cindy Bushnell and work at the Adult Foster Care home she has in her house. Here I take care of four mentally disabled ladies. Along with the benefit of living 5 minutes from Kuyper, I have been able to experience Cindy’s gracious hospitality and a less hectic schedule.
Eventually I realized that social work was not my calling, and, due to my love of literature, switched majors to English. I’m thinking I’d like to work in the prison system, bringing art and literature to the inmates through programs such as Shakespeare Behind Bars, which helps prisoners to put on Shakespeare productions. However, while I used to want my life outlined ahead of me, with the hope of a neat little job after college, I’m now open to any kind of ministry. It’s exciting to see the subtle ways in which God leads and to anticipate seeing Him direct my life.

The testimony of God’s work in my life is not done, indeed, I know it will never end, and one day in heaven I hope I will be able to tell you my story again, in greater detail and with greater knowledge and more glory given to the One who has given me Life.