I feel like i should have something to say. The point of having a blog is for you to express what you think and how you feel and share that with the world. I read so many awesome blogs everyday for many different reasons…encouragement, a good laugh, inspiration, wisdom…and wow, most days they really blow me away. Some days the blogs i read don’t have much to say and still i go back the next day to see what’s on their mind. I feel like i should have something to say…a response to someone else’s blog, a picture to post, or a deep thought-provoking statement to share with the world. But i don’t….and here’s why.

 I feel like within the last week my mind has been so burdened and my heart just so heavy. Everything that comes to mind that i could write about, things that have happened during my day or thoughts that crossed my mind, seem so irrelevant now after seeing what happened to Union. It’s almost like someone dumped me and i can’t get over it. I’ve been praying for the campus non-stop, so sad that i can’t be there to help. You’d think that since i graduated in 2003, that i would be long over my days at Union, that it would all be a distant blur. But it’s not, far from it, because my 4.5 years (i changed my major..hence the extra semester…) was a time in my life I’ll never forget.

 I applied to 6 colleges. I got into 5 of them. All were out of state, the closest was an 8 hr drive. I visited 5 of them. Union was my absolute last choice, backup school that I’d pick if nothing else worked out. Nothing else did work out, and Union moved to the top of the list. Union was the one college i didn’t visit. The first time i set foot in Jackson, TN was the day my mother and i stepped off the plane, and arrived on a campus that was hot, flat, and not so lush landscaping (it’s gotten much better). The people talked weird, they thought i was rude, and boy was it hot. I walked in with 2 suitcases, my mom set up my room, and left me to be a college student. What on earth had i gotten myself into! In an instant i wanted to transfer, it was a culture i couldn’t handle nor was i ready for. I was an outsider, from Vermont (where is that?), with an accent no one could understand. I threw all kinds of hissy fits, promising my parents i would transfer at Christmas and i would never be back to Union. It just wasn’t for me. But God really worked in me that semester. He proved that Union was the place for me, that Union was where i would make lifelong friends, where i would grow spiritually, and where i would graduate 4 years later. I came back for the second semester with new eyes and a new heart, ready for what he had in store. He knew i would find my place there.

To see a place that meant so much to me torn to pieces just breaks my heart. I’m just like, wow, everything is gone in an instant. He knew that tornado was going to hit the campus. It’s surreal, and as if my time there has been erased. He knew it was going to be worse than the one that hit while i was there. But he also knows that Union is going to rise from the rubble as a whole new school, stronger than ever in Christ. I’m sad that the students won’t get to experience the same things i did….they won’t know all of the stories to each girls dorm room. The history of who lived there and what happened behind those doors. But they will get to create new memories to be passed on to the new generations.

I pray that the students who are there now will know how special their time at Union is. How cool of a school it is. How Christ centered it is. How much they can, and will grow during their time on campus. God knows what is in store for them. He knew with me, and i couldn’t have asked for anything more.