On some days, I have to be at the juice bar I work at five in the morning. This requires me to wake up at three something to have time to get ready, get a bite to eat, and drive thirty minutes to get there. I have to roll out of bed and carefully creep through my pitch black bedroom to find the light switch in the bathroom. I put on my makeup, my skinny jeans, and my juice covered Converse and head out the door. I usually don’t listen to music in the car when I have to drive that early in the morning, and if I do, it’s something pretty mellow, like John Mayer or Ben Howard.

Yesterday morning in particular, I didn’t listen to anything on the drive to work. Instead, I did a lot of deep thinking. As I was riding down the interstate in the dark with nothing in front of me but my low-beams, I took a step back to think about how much has happened within the past year. In August of 2015, I moved away from home to go to school not knowing anyone except my sister, and in October I started dating the love of my life. I got the job at the juice bar earlier this summer, and overall just so much has changed for me.

Sometimes, when I get frustrated with school, work or just life in general, I sit here and question if this is where I am suppose to be. For example, right now something I’ve been dealing with is whether my current major is actually something practical for me to pursue. It’s a constant stress that stays in the back of my mind and I just feel like the longer I wait to figure it out, the harder it will be to figure out. But its moments like driving to work at four in the morning that God gives me reassurance.

I know that I am not the only one who goes through this. I’m constantly seeing tweets and Facebook posts from my friends about how they want to move away because where they are now is not where they’re suppose to be. That’s what I thought before I moved away for college, but looking back on it now, I think that was just what God knew I needed. Before I moved away, I was just ready to get away. I was honestly pretty unhappy with the life I was living and was just excited for a fresh start. As bad as this sounds, I think God made me unhappy on purpose. Even though I didn’t understand it at the time, I now get why this was good for me. Being unhappy in my hometown has made me appreciate things in my life so much more. I appreciate my family, my friends, and I appreciate the man in my life today because he treats me better than anyone has ever before. God had me move away from home at the time He knew was right for me, and I know God will help me figure out my uncertainties when He knows the timing is right for me.

I think this is something that we as humans forget: things will happen as they are suppose to happen. We have to remember that God has us where we are right now (whether we are happy with it or not) for a reason. That reason could be as simple as being a friend to someone in need or to help that homeless person out that you see on the same corner everyday. Or in my case, to make a juice for a person going through chemotherapy and this is the only thing that makes them feel better. The reason you are where you are could be super small and meaningless to you, but it may be the whole world to someone else. We just have to trust that God will drop us down in life events as we need them, not when we want them. If you’re ever uncertain about why you think your life is going nowhere, take a drive at four in the morning with no music playing. When it’s just you, the dark, and God’s presence, it’s a definite reminder that you’re okay. You’re where you’re suppose to be and you will go where you’re suppose to go when the time is right. God makes no mistakes.