I don't think I've ever felt so nervous about starting a first day...probably middle school was the worst. Coming from a private school, no sense of public-school-chic, overweight, bifocal glasses-I kinda deserved the weird glances and cold shoulders.
Yet here I am, recently 22, ready to embark on a new journey-the journey of a lifetime. This next 4 years, I'm told, will be when I get into the thick of my profession, where I will work my way towards the calling that God has placed in my life.
I'm quite nervous. anxious. Will I be able to thrive? Can I handle the discipline? Has it all come to this-for me to fail?
Will I be able to fit into this world of cliques and high-powered people?
Will I find this fulfilling?
I do hope so. I hope that God will give me the strength, the joy, the peace, the self-discipline adequate for this next stage. I pray that He will grant me his wonderful grace to extend towards my classmates, His power in being His witness, and Christ's perseverance to finish well!
It's 11:11. And by the awesome coincidence (or intentional blessing) I am currently enjoying the tail end of a song from Urbana 06: I have a calling.
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You. Are going to be a wonderful doctor, Dennis. You are.
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