Posted by
blcpres on Wednesday, April 14th 2010
For me the hardest part of dealing with relationships and my own pain is that most people simply will not be honest. They won’t tell you what they’re thinking, how they feel, or why they respond the way that they do, and for me, that is very frustrating.
I didn’t grow up with a father that gave me much advice; in fact, I don’t really recall receiving any advice from my father. Both of my parents taught me to be very independent at an early age, and while I value those lessons and view independence to be a good quality, I feel like I missed out on having parents on which I could rely. That trust isn’t there. I have never really felt as though I could go to either of my parents with concerns, and get answers from them. Not being able to figure something out on my own feels like a weakness- a failure on my own part.
Because of that, I feel really lost a lot of the time. I have to make decisions everyday, and a lot of them are pretty important, but I don’t have some well of prior knowledge to fall back on; I feel like I am making everything up as I go along, and I am never sure if I am making the right choices.
As I write this, I am a senior at a Christian Liberal Arts college where I have a hefty scholarship; I am the president of the student body, been gainfully employed since my junior year of high school, bought my own new car, lived off campus for two years, and am graduating with honors all with little financial support from my family. Obviously I’ve made some good decisions in my time; I mean my future could definitely stand to look a little bleaker.
I’ve definitely been blessed, and don’t have much to complain about, but the fact remains that my parents were never really there for any of that. I had to figure it all out on my own, and the closer I get to graduation; the fear that I won’t be able to figure things out anymore grows increasingly large.
That fear has manifested in so many different ways over the past year, and as a result, has caused me to look at my life in ways I haven’t before. I am finally seeing weaknesses I didn’t know I had, fears I had suppressed, hopes and dreams I have let go to the wayside, and I am realizing I don’t know who I really want to be anymore.
After four years of college, I actually feel less prepared for life than I did going in, but at the same time, I feel like that is exactly where I am supposed to be.
Unsure. Questioning. Scared.
Why? I am not entirely sure. I just know that I have found more hope in acknowledging those feelings than in all of my best laid plans for my own future.
God continually lays waste to my plans, and my desires, and says, “No, you can’t have that,” and all along I’ve struggled with feelings of inadequacy and rejection. Transferring my insecurities with my own father onto my relationship with my heavenly father.
My dad didn’t give me the time or attention that I desired, and I took that as his way of saying that I wasn’t valued, and so I set out to find my value in other things. When God didn’t give me what I wanted, I looked at it the same way, that I wasn’t good enough, and that I needed to find my value in other things rather than in him.
The thing is, my relationship with my dad is crap, and that sucks, but it doesn’t mean that God is just like my dad. It doesn’t mean that my friends are just like my dad. It doesn’t mean that everyone in my life will turn out to be like my dad. It has taken me forever to recognize that what God doesn’t give me is for my own good. It isn’t that I’m not worth it, it’s that I am worth so much more than what I can imagine for myself.
So being unsure about my life; questioning what I am doing here; being scared about my future- it has been great, because it has driven me closer to God. I can trust that He has a plan for me, and that He really wants what is best for me. Being able to let go of the burden of planning my own life has been awesome.