Welcome Night!

There's a lot of thoughts that have ran through my head in this past week and a half back in Berkeley, and honestly, many weren't necessarily too positive and many were fairly critical (on both myself and others).

But God is really breaking down my pride and showing me that I am nothing and He is everything. He is showing me how much I will learn in this upcoming semester when I come before Him in service and in humility, and how true it is that it is His love that ravishes my soul. God, how much will it take before your love breaks me down into complete worship, adoration, and surrender? 

Literally, this past week has been a constant stream of, "How can I push the people around me to love God more? How can I love God more? How can I be intentional with those around me? How can I 

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when all You have called me to do is to receive and respond to your love — in the most natural way possible.

And in the midst of trying to take responsibility and tell freshmen to receive and whatnot, I have definitely — whether consciously or not — taken a position of pride, one that says of course the upperclassman treats the underclassmen to food and boba, of course the upperclassman initiates conversation, of course the upperclassman reaches out and does x, y, and z. 

But today, in the simple act of four freshmen adamantly requesting to walk ME home instead of ME walking THEM back to the dorms because they could walk the two blocks back to the dorms together as a group of four, God is reminding of little I am, how I am nothing but His ambassador to attempt to spread the truth of His love. Anything good I do that I believe to be from me is. nothing. 

Nothing.

But rather would all glory and honor be to Him alone.

Welcome to Berkeley, class of 2018. May God continue to surprise me with the way He works.