As I'm writing this, I can't help but think my old broken down computer chair has more stability than I do. It's my senior year. My last semester of classes, my fourth and final year, and my seventh semester of taking 21 hours. I should be a pro at this whole school thing, right?

Well, you would think so, since I've been here forever and my major is Education. But at the same time, I feel like the longer I am here, the more unsure and unstable I get.

"Am I really supposed to be at this school?"

"Am I really supposed to be majoring in Education?"

"Am I really going to be qualified to handle the curveballs life throws at me just because I paid over $100,000 for a piece of paper that said I graduated college?"

Sometimes, the answer is yes. Others, it is no.

Regardless of what answer my fried brain comes up with for that particular day, I know that I am here for a reason. I may feel like I'm sinking when it comes to all of my assignments, observing hours in the local schools, vocal recital practice (that's another anxiety attack all on its own), and time away from my husband. But then again, I may feel like I'm finally staying afloat when I get that positive feedback on an assignment I had worked so hard for, or when my professor notices how I put that extra time in to make everything just perfect.

If I have learned anything in my four years here at University of the Cumberlands, I have learned this: It is okay to not be okay. It is okay to not have it all together, but it is also okay to feel like you're on top of the world. I might as well accept how I feel, because worrying never got anyone anywhere.

So for the last few precious months I have left here in Southeastern KY, I will puddle jump on the rainy days, run barefoot on the soccer field on the sunny days, and never fail to thank the Lord above for giving me the opportunity to chase my dreams at this small, backwoods, Jesus loving school of mine that I call home.

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?" - Matthew 6:25-27