Happy Wednesday! By the time this post shows up on your screen, I will officially be in the second semester of my Senior year of high school! What a crazy, crazy thought.
For Christmas, I received a book that I actually purchased for my friend’s birthday a while back. I ordered it and was glancing through it and actually started to cry because the words were so powerful. I am not always super emotional during movies and books but these words just hit me so deeply.
As you can imagine, I was so pumped to receive the book as a Christmas present. It’s called Storyteller and is a book of poems by Morgan Harper Nichols. After reading through each poem, I decided that, for 2019, I am going to read one poem a night right before I go to bed. We are 9 days in and I’m loving it.
One night I got a little carried away and decided to read a few more poems. I then got the idea to flip to page 17, because I am currently 17. And I kid you not, I believe this poem was written for me, right here, right now.
Page 17 reads,
For the one anticipating what the rest of the year might bring:
And if everything
does not fall into place
at the same time and pace,
that does not mean
the years you’ve waited
have somehow been a waste.
Keep planting, sowing,
living, and knowing
and that’s okay.
Morgan Harper Nichols
As I am entering into the final stretch of my senior year, with all the plans I had for college being uprooted and changed, this poem brings me comfort. Because she is totally right. Things take time. The years spent pouring into the ideas and plans I had for what my college would look like and how my senior year would play out, while it didn’t turn out the way I expected at all, those years of my life were not wasted.
I believed I would end up at a Christan college majoring in something totally different. And here I am on a totally different plan of action. I thought I would finish my senior year at the school I had been going to for the past for years, but now I am 14 hours away from that idea.
It’s kind of crazy and beautiful that I had no clue what was about to be thrown at me. It almost scares me that I was so dead set in my ways for years that I didn’t even consider the option of something different. And to think, if you would have told me where I’d be and what school I would be going to, four years ago, I would have been disappointed. But now, I am filled with such excitment and joy and eagerness to finished this year strong and start the next chapter. That is growth. Being able to go from disappointment to overwhelming joy. But it takes time, so much time.
I have a feeling that Morgan Harper Nichol’s lines will only become more and more true throughout the remainder of my time being 17. So I have decided to make this poem, on page 17, MY poem until I turn 18. Something about it brings me comfort and lends itself to be useful in the situations where the outcome seems to be the exact opposite of what I expected. While I haven’t been on this earth for a super long time, I’ve been here long enough to know that things don’t always go the way we hope or expect, so I might as well prepare for it.
Thank you, Morgan Harper Nichols, for the wonderful poem, and thank you, Jesus, for saving me and giving me an awesome future.
XOXO, The Christian Prepster