CLC Blogging

Turns out that this blog will, for the next 12 to 13 weeks, be used as a class project. However, this does not mean that I will be posting long mathematical formulas or long dissertations about why earthworms are essential for the preservation of our planet. Our assignment is to blog at least once a week for 12 weeks about our CLC experience and to inform others about who we are. I hope that all of you know me pretty well already, but for those who do not or would like to know me more... this is the lazy way to achieve that. :) 

Either way, I've been faced with a decision. So to initiate this assignment I want to make it known that this is heavy upon my heart. Before I came to CLC it was my intention to go off to college at Southeastern University. I put a lot of thought into this desire, I applied, and I was accepted by the college. Turns out, however, that money was too much of an obstacle for me at the time, both in the physical manner and in the realm of my faith. So whether by my own lack or by divine necessity I chose CLC. But suddenly, I've been faced with this opportunity once again. Having reached the two year peak of CLC, I will not be committing to a third year... (Forgive me David.) I've got the chance to fulfill this original desire. But my hesitancy resides in my own insecurity. I'm afraid that this is not God, I'm afraid that the money will be too much to handle and I'm afraid that my fear will cripple me... 

But at the moment, I remain hopeful. I'm looking for encouragement because I don't want to do this on my own... I can, but I don't want to. My future feels completely hidden from me, so I pray that my loving God would be so merciful as to reveal His beautiful plan for my life. Because if He does not, I will have no choice but to completely trust in Him...

-Consumed

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