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Senior, Say What?

August 30th, 2017

They say time flies if you're having fun but I can truly say over the past three years of college I have seen time just fly. As I stood up in chapel to be recognized as a senior, it was surreal. How did I get here and what happens when I leave?

The past three years have been full of joy, pain, tears, memories and friends that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. As I started my senior year of undergrad, I realized that I am so incredibly blessed to live where I do and go to my school. God has poured out so many blessings on me to focus on that I can't even begin to describe.

The road here hasn't been easy by any means because I have lost friends along the way. However, I have become stronger in who I am and my faith along the way. In contrast, I have found brothers and sisters in Christ that I will carry by my side forever. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

I know that I am not done with school and have a long road until I get to my ultimate goals but today was a milestone in life. Thus far, an incredible one that I have been able to share with great people.

God is good and has been by my side every step of the way.

xoxo,
Em

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