A Skate on the Ice.

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Last Friday, my floor—Walther 2nd North—went ice skating at Mediacom Ice Park. Because it was Open Skate Night, we only had to pay $3. With fun Christmas music playing in the background, we flew round and round the rink. Holding hands to help keep each other balanced, we attempted to keep our feet on the ground. Some girls were more advanced, able to skate backward and do some spins; others of us did our best to skate forward. Regardless of our level, we helped each other have the best skating experience possible.

I truly enjoy floor events. And I love the girls on my floor. We have had many bonding experiences so far:  a weekend retreat, dinner at IHOP, frozen custard at Andy’s, weekly devos, Christmas decorating, “Secret Sisters,” hide-and-seek in the dark, pranks, and other fun activities. We’ve laughed, cried, and had deep discussions about how God is moving in our lives. We’re able to be open with each other–a sisterhood of support.

When I first came to Evangel, and I entered Walther Hall with my “small” load of belongings, I wondered if I could think of my floor as a home. As I shared my life with the girls on my floor—and they shared theirs with me—we have created a special connection. We live together, share our joys and disappointments, and we ask each other for advice. We wake up to each other, pray for each other, and offer encouragement for the day. 

Now, three months after first arriving on campus, I love the space I call my “home away from home.” I know that at the end of each day, I have the privilege of sharing my life with the girls of W2N. I look forward to the months ahead of bonding even more with my “sisters.” 

Our relationships are very much like our ice skating experience last Friday. We each have different struggles and various perspectives on life. With what we’ve learned, and what God has brought us through, we have the opportunity to lift each other up. We hold each other up so that we don’t fall. We encourage each other to keep walking with the Lord, and to share the song that is our testimony.

Proverbs 27:17 says, As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.” What a beautiful result of the relationships God places in our lives.

Growth.

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After thirteen weeks of being away at school, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to adjust to being back at home for a short weekend. Would I long to stay at home? Would my mind be filled with thoughts of school? Would I be fully present as I caught up with family and friends? My worries melted away as I asked the Lord to help me live “one day at a time,” to fully experience and enjoy my time at home. To enjoy the presence of those who I don’t see everyday at this season in my life. It was a fulfilling break filled with Starbucks chats, breakfasts, and laughs–and of course a Thanksgiving dinner!

One night, as I was laying down in my bed, my mom sat down next to me. With much wisdom, she had me ponder this statement: “Think about everything you’ve experienced and how much you have grown since the last time you slept in this room before college started.” This thought made me reflect upon all the different opportunities I’ve been blessed to be a part of since being at Evangel. I have met many new friends who have similar passions and a love for Christ. I have expanded my mind by having the opportunity to be in classes from different disciplines. I have learned–although sometimes clumsily–to be more independent and make more of my own choices. I have been challenged to seek God with my whole heart as I surrender to Him my life. I have encountered God in a whole new way, realizing that He is my one constant.

As I keep adjusting to college life, I know I still have a lot of growing to do. I’m trusting, day-by-day, that God will continue teaching me as I ask Him to guide me.