a season of preparation transitions to a season of humility.

So.


I had my official debut as the female Barnabas of Kalsbeek-Huizenga tonight. It was definitely humbling. I realized that the title of this blog is more appropriate than ever for what I'm getting myself into: it really is out of my hands now.

It's pretty intimidating to walk into a dorm and hope to serve as a leader when everyone else knows so much more than you about what KH and the Mosaic floor is. I'm so grateful that Sarah, the current Barnabas, was welcoming and encouraging. She gave me "a whirlwind tour" of the building (I'll admit I felt a little lost, it's a big dorm!) and introduced me to some of the freshmen.

Steve Staggs was my freshman history teacher in high school. I only had one semester with him, but I think both of us would agree that it felt like more. I'll never forget the extra credit I did for that class-- I actually read and annotated part of Calvin's Institutes. Yeah. I was what, 14? :) It's a bit disappointing that he won't be my RD next year, but it was encouraging that he wanted me in his dorm from what he already knew about me.

Seth, my partner, seems to be a nice guy. I think another intimidating factor is that a couple of the RAs and Seth are already a part of the KH community. I feel a bit like an 'outsider' at this point, but I know that in the future I'll be grateful for the connections. :)

I feel more than ever that I need to be rooted in my own identity. I'm proud of the things I've accomplished, and I know that I am a strong person. God has been bringing me through each stage of my life in preparation for the next. 2006 was my year of preparation for leadership--this was something I identified early on, as early on as February 06, even, but was extremely clear by that summer. Here I am at the end of all this, standing ready. All of the questioning is culminating into an answer. Now, I suppose, it is my duty to listen carefully for His next instructions. I must remind myself that this is no coincidence. Some things are meant for us.

Love.

Betsy Joy