I hate college...
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This is more of a vent or a prayer request or something-but I can't stand college. There are so many temptations first of all. "You don't drink? And you call yourself a college student?? Why don't you enjoy being young while you still are??"
And then there's the cliques that I thought were done by high school.
And being a Christian and hanging around Christians made me so sensitive to profanity/suggestive jokes. I cringe when I hear it now, and I never used to. And I'm in an acting class where there is a whole lot of profanity-whether it's in the scene or whether it's people using it for no reason.
And the biggest thing is I can't even find a nice guy. They're nowhere it seems. Trying to find a nice man who is true to the Lord and who doesn't make sexual jokes and who doesn't drink is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I hate to be stereotypical but [most] young guys are idiots. And they're always only looking for a certain type of girl. And I feel so lonely and left out sometimes.
This is a terrible place to be a Christian. It's so hard.
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Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing, God. I love you more than the sun and the stars that I taught how to shine. You are Mine, and you shine for Me too. I love you yesterday and today and tomorrow I'll say it again and again. I love you more. I don't wanna go through the motions. I don't wanna go one more day without Your all consuming passion inside of me. I don't wanna spend my whole life asking, 'What if I had given everything instead of going through the motions?' I can take even your greatest mistake. Every scar, every tear, every break. And I can turn it into something more beautiful than you have ever seen. So lift them up to Me. All the broken pieces. My Savior loves. My Savior lives. My Savior's always there for me. My God He was. My God He is. My God He's always gonna be<3 Who am I that the Lord of all the Earth Would care to know my name. Would care to feel my hurt? Not because of who I am But because of what You've done. Not because of what I've done. But because of who You are.
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