On a Christian Campus

Sophomore year is awkward. I was excited to be back at school. I think the best part was that it felt so comfortable right away. It was a little strange because I’m not living with the same group of girls as last year, but the girls I’m living with are all great. It was wonderful to see my friends from last year. But then classes started. I don’t have classes with the same people, and I don’t see the people I saw almost daily last year. In addition, I’m in a different choir and starting to take classes in my major, so I’m making new friends in those activities. Some of the friendships that I forged last year aren’t standing the test of sophomore year, and that saddens me.

I’m doing what nearly every college student does and questioning my major, my goals, and my future.

Do I really want to do this?

What else would I do?

Do I really want to do anything else?

I know it’s all part of being a sophomore. I’m growing, and along with growth comes growing pains. As friendships are shifting, I’m struggling to know where I belong. I find comfort in the words of a song; “I’m but a stranger here; Heaven is my home”

No matter how happy or confused I am on this earth, even when I’m not sure where I belong at all, there is one things that doesn’t change. I belong in paradise with my Savior for all eternity.

What though the tempest rage, Heav’n is my home

Short is my pilgrimage, Heav’n is my home

And time’s wild wintery blast soon shall be over-past

I shall reach home at last, Heav’n is my home

(I’m But a Stranger Here, Hymn 748, Lutheran Service Book)

Contributed by K.M.