What am I doing here?

For about a week now, I've been thinking about a dream I had right before I moved to college. It's one of those dreams that you just won't forget about, especially when you want to always ask the question, "Why I am here?" or "What am I doing?" and especially "What am I going to do with my life?"

My dream was something like this: I was sitting in a theater watching a play that my cousin was performing in. During the play, there were a lot of awkward pauses. Sometimes the characters would turn and talk to someone who was not there to listen. When intermission began, I went back stage to talk with my cousin. I asked her, "What's up with the way the show is going? Seems like it's missing a lot."

She told me, "It's because you're not on stage. You have a part in this. How come you're not out there saying those lines you're supposed to be reciting?"

I had no idea I had a part in this play. I was shocked.

My dream, as I like to think, was God telling me, "I'm putting you here, at this specific college campus, for a reason. Play you're part."

Now, I'm on my last year of school. At this point, I'm almost absolutely sure that I'm not going to pursue a career with my undergraduate degree. (I'm gonna do something else really awesome. Don't you worry.) You may ask, "Why stick with a major that you're not even going to use?"

I don't know. Go ask your dad.

The answer to that question is this: I follow Jesus and his peace rules in my heart (Col 3:15). I trust Him to put me where I'm supposed to be. It's harder than it's ever been before, but right now, I'm hanging on to the truth that I have PURPOSE. Sometimes things just seem meaningless, but I'm here doing what I'm doing for a good enough reason to keep going.

Even if things don't seem to make sense to you presently, if you trust in God's plan and let him lead you by peace, you can be confident that you are where you need to be and you have PURPOSE.