God knows...

I would like to begin by saying that God knows His children.

He is painfully aware of us and our trials.

He leads us and guides us.

His hand is in our lives.

The best description I have ever heard of Heavenly Father and His children is that we 

(by we I mean all of us here of Earth)

are literally children. 

Like 3 year olds.

Trying to be all independent and walking and taking care of ourselves.

When really we don't have a clue.

So He guides and helps and lifts us when we fall.

He doesn't get mad when we colour on the walls.

He doesn't turn away from us when we have tantrums.

He love us.

Infinitely and Unconditionally. 

He knows me.

He knows that in my perfect world I wouldn't have to be involved with anything. 

That everything would work well without me.
And I could just sit back, safely inside my room, not having to deal with anything.

Is that what Heavenly Father wants for me?

NOPE.

When I was applying to universities I was applying to BIG schools.

Tens of thousands of students.

Somewhere I could blend in and quietly do my work and graduate and all would be grand.

Instead of my great plan He sent me to Southern Virginia University.

Which is SMALL.

About 750 students or so....

Fine, I thought to myself, it will be harder to blend in a smaller school but I can do it...

NOPE.

Somehow, and this still needs to be explained to me because honestly it's all a blur,

But I ended up as the Team Manager for the Women's Soccer Team!

I was downright terrified.

Despite my fears, and my inability to measure yards because I am a Canadian,

I ended up doing a good job.

And was promoted to the Director of Soccer Operations.

And they won't fire me!

I'm only about 95% kidding about that.

I can't express how out of my comfort zone this job made me.

But that is exactly where God wants me.

I have had to learn how to be responsible. 

(Which I already knew but even more so)

I had to commit to a team in a way I never had before.

I booked hotels and coordinated meals and buses and all of these things that I did not feel prepared to be figuring out. 

I learned to love this team.

I became an "athlete" 

(Not really, but because my friends are my team I am grouped with them always)

I organized uniforms and coordinated game-day things.

I helped with practice plans.

I had coaches meetings and discussed everything pertinent to the team everyday.

I am an important person on my team.

What inspired my telling of this story is this photo.

Feel free to ooh and aah.

It is adorable.

At our Halloween practice for soccer I dressed up as a sister missionary and told my team I was leaving.

Where I'm really going with all of this is that God loves us.

And He wants us to succeed. 

So He gives us the opportunities we need to succeed.

Explain any other way I ended up at a small school in Virginia as a Resident Advisor and a Director of Soccer Operations when all I wanted was to just blend into the crowd?

At the end of the day I am grateful for the opportunities I have had.

I love where He has put me.

I am grateful I chose to follow.

Because my life is so much better because I went to SVU. 

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