The Final Year

The last year of school is something that inevitably sneaks up on all of us. When we were in primary school, we couldn’t wait for the day when we were finally finished with our twelve or so years of school. I remember counting down the years in anticipation when I was younger. But now I’m in the middle of my last year of school and it’s not as happy and “grown up” as I thought it would be.

Maybe I’m just different, but I’m sad that I’m finishing school. Not only are final exams looming scarily ahead, but it feels almost as if my childhood is about to end. Even though I will go to University, it’s time to go fully out into the world. Not only is that an exciting thought, but also a scary one. I’m just being honest; part of me feels like Peter Pan who never wanted to grow up. I don’t want to grow up and become old; I want to be forever young. And then again, I think that is possible. We can all be forever young in the inside. I guess I just love being the school girl and don’t want to let her go just yet.

But besides that fact, the future is exciting, if somewhat uncertain. I know that God has amazing plans for my life, as He does for yours. He knows exactly what the future holds and He will be with us every step of the way. I think it’s really comforting to have such a faithful and caring God leading us, don’t you? I know that, though my childhood may be ending and it’s my last year of being a school girl, God has an amazing future planned for me. I will follow the path He placed before me and follow where it leads. Who knows what God has in store for me?