Life After Scrubs

Cue nostalgic, cheesy pre-graduation post...



In many ways my last night here has been a lot like my first: a lot of packing and a little anxiety. But not the bad anxiety, the good kind—the kind that spurs you on to bigger, better things—or maybe just different things. When I walked across the stage at Thalia Mara hall and graduated high school, I had a lot of things that I thought would happen, had many of my own plans for the course of my life. Four years ago today, I would have never thought I’d be where I am: single, at Mississippi College, and surrendered to full-time ministry, likely with middle schoolers somewhere. And even though I didn’t expect any of this, you couldn’t pay me to be anywhere else doing anything else. And I can’t imagine not having the relationships I have now, or imagine them going away. But after high school, I would have said the same exact thing, that I didn’t want any of my friendships or circles to change.

I hate to say it, but that’s probably what the next step is going to look like too. I’m going to lose relationships, lose touch, lose lots of things. But I know that, just like He has before, God will provide me new Aarons, new Miriams, to walk beside me, to hold my arms up when I can’t go on. That’s just how life works, relationships come in, relationships disappear. I just have to cherish the ones I have now, never knowing what the future has in store. That doesn’t mean I won’t try to keep the good ones and discard the bad ones, not at all. It just means that I’m content to have you guys in my life now, that’s all.

Don't Holler at Me!!

--Matt