Power of Prayer.

I knew one other person when I got to HPU who was a strong Christian: my sister. My roommates, for everything they're good for, my roommates are not Christian girls. I guess that's what happens when you grow up Catholic... not the point though. They were an answer to my mom's prayer for good roommates and I'm so thankful for that, but I was still lacking a girl who I felt comfortable pouring my heart out to.

I woke up Wednesday morning, ready to drop out and go back home to Maryland. My mom had even told me that if I hated it by the end of my first semester, she'd let me move back home. At that moment, I was hell-bent on surviving until December only so I could get out and move home. That was my only motivating thought as I walked into Calculus about ready to cry. I sat down next to a girl who I deemed as friendly but I didn't really say anything to her. She spoke up first and we started talking. I mentioned that I wasn't a partier and she agreed with me and I told her the reason I didn't enjoy parties is cause I am a church girl through and through. In a second, just like that, God answered my prayer and my mom's prayer. I saw her eyes light up as she told me she was also a Christian girl who was just looking for other Christian girls to do life with here on High Point's campus. Ever since I met Carolyn, I have a refreshed hope in my journey here. Now I know not every girl I befriend is going to have the same values as me, but that doesn't mean I have to match their values and compromise my own.

Just as I had abandoned any sort of joy or hope for my future here, God reminded me of His vast power and His infinite love for me. Psalm 94:18-19 says,

“When I thought, "My foot slips," your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.”

God is waiting and ready to catch me. I just need to let go of what's holding me back, whether that be doubt, fear, anxiety, or simply disbelief. Ultimately, when I take a step back and look at this first full week, I will see my struggles and my daily, morning routine of a mental breakdown, but I will also see how God has answered my prayers and blessed me every day.

I want to leave you with lyrics to a song that I wrote back in 8th grade.

"In the deepest of seas, my trust is in He who saves."