I don’t party.

I don’t hook up.

I don’t skip class.

I also don’t judge.

I don’t preach.

I’m just me.

I’m flawed.

I’m imperfect.

I can’t do life by myself or on my own.

I just don’t find my strength in a bottle, a joint, or a one night stand.

I find my strength in Jesus.

If that makes me a teenage freak, then I’m cool with it.

The way I see it, everyone has a story. It starts at Chapter One and goes on from there. Between the beginning and the end, we spend a lot of time searching. College, in particular, is a time of searching. We search for our passions, our dreams, our career, friends, relationships, and people who make us feel whole… a purpose to make our life complete.

At this age in our life, I feel like we have this unfilled space--these empty pages. It’s not an altogether comfortable feeling. Lots of people deal with it by escaping to Netflix, sleeping, or partying. I think what people do in the name of a good time is really a way to deal with that uncertainty. And I completely understand.

I’m sure some people look at me and think I’m no fun. I think I’m tons of fun! I’m just a girl with faith.

I am a college freshman. I get up in the morning, I go to class, I do some homework, I practice some music, and I go home. I spend time with my family, my friends, and my boyfriend on the weekends. I love to hammock, drink my Keurig coffee, and my playlist ranges from 80s music to Knuckle Puck to opera. I have my hopes and dreams that I’m working towards. I’m living, working, and breathing in this current chapter knowing that my whole life is planned out down to the second. I live in peace knowing that God is the author of my story. He has a purpose for me.