dear college me.

we put this little video together for real life campaign we’re running.  i promise it’s well worth your two minutes.  take a gander and then read what i’d say to my college self.

 

dear college me,

i know it hasn’t really been that long since you were wandering the sidewalks of good ‘ol evangel, but a lot of things have changed. things are pretty different over here. and you. well, you’re real different over here.

don’t worry so much about the future. it’ll work itself out. taking that first mission trip to jamaica will affect you forever. what you experience there will catapult you into a destiny you couldn’t dream of on your own. friendship takes work. especially when you’re on different continents. learn to fight for relationships now. you had a lot of opportunities in four years. and you took most of them. way to go, champ. forgive more. have more grace. especially with yourself. because you’ll spend a lot of time after college learning how to receive grace. real grace. the messy, scary kind that you’ve never really known before. it will be new territory for you. but you’ll learn that those people really do love you. and that jesus, he really loves you, too.

take more risks. it’s okay that you didn’t graduate with a 4.0. i promise no one will ever care. don’t try so hard to be perfect. learn how to fail and embrace your imperfections. chopping your hair off was a brilliant idea. and dying it brown on a whim after that, ehem, one situation, was a good move. way to be bold.

dear college me, you’ll travel the world. really. you will circumnavigate the whole thing over the course of eleven months. i know everyone is telling you it’s absurd to live out of a backpack for a year and that you’re not exactly the world-traveler-roughin’-it-missionary type. don’t listen to them. you’ll do just fine as a world racer, i promise.

in fact, despite all of the hard stuff you’ll walk through in those eleven months there will be something beautiful about the whole thing. something that will deeply attract you to a tribe of people in gainesville, georgia. so when you return to the states you’ll pack up your life and move south. you’ll raise your own salary to be in charge of marketing mission trips to high school and college students. you’ll spend a few months freaking out about the whole ‘being back in america’ thing. and it might take you a minute to find your place but you’ll discover that you love it down in georgia. the whole “marketing-for-jesus-behind-a-desk-among-a-group-of people-you-love” bit fits you nicely. you’re more thankful than you could have ever imagined.

dear college me, i want you to know that things are good over here. you’re good over here. there’s still work to do, but your more whole, more alive, and more happy than you could have dreamed. your life is abundant and your heart is full.

so, what would you say to your college self?

dear jesus, please don’t come back.

dear jesus,

i am sure that by now you’ve heard the news.  the news about the rapture happening on saturday.  yes, this saturday.  may 21, 2011.  you’re comin’ back to get your people. or something.  they tell me the elect of God will be taken up to heaven and then in five months on october 21, 2011 the earth will be destroyed.  a lot has happened since you were here last time so i bet you’re ready.   you’re probably real excited to have a party, to have all of your favorite people with you, and to rest for a bit.    i get that.

but.  well, here’s the thing, jesus.  i just.  well.  i just don’t want to go.  yet.

it’s not that i’m not ready to have a party with you for all of eternity.  because i am.  really,  i am.  and when i start thinking about all of the stuff going on down here in my life, all of the stuff you are trying to teach me and lessons i’m learning; all of the junk you’re bringing up in me for the greater purpose of wholeness…when i think about that stuff i realllllllllllly want to come to up there.

but then i start to think about all of the orphans that still need to know the love of a father.  and i think about the friends and family who i love dearly who just don’t know you yet.  i think about my friends in africa with aids.  i think about children with cancer who need to be healed.  i think about prostitutes in thailand and adulterers in america.  i think about how they need to be set free.  i think about the hurting and the dying.  i think about widows and single moms.  i think about my friend judy who i met in wal-mart and how she desperately needs to know you.

and i know.  you could make all of that go away without lifting a finger.

but i want to help.

i want to help make dirty water clean. i want to hold orphans and kiss ’em and love ’em and squeeze ’em until they feel loved.  i want to bring food to hungry people.  i want to see aids patients healed and paralytics walk.  i want to see prostitutes freed.  i want to tell my friends and family about you. about how you died for them because you love them.  i want to comfort people who are abused.  i want to share my story.  because it matters.  and because it will bring hope to people who need it.  i want to comfort widows.  i want nations to be transformed by the power of the holy spirit.

i know some of that is happening now.  you’ve sure helped me.  but i’d like to see some more.  i’d like to see more of those “greater things” you talked about.  i’d like to be a part of bringing back some more of your inheritance to you.  i’d like to see restoration and redemption and reconciliation that i just haven’t yet.

so, maybe i’m making a selfish request, it wouldn’t be the first time.  but if you would, just wait a little while longer to come back.  because i think we’ve still got some things to take care of down here.

love, ashley

p.s. if you decide to come back anyway and need to find me  i’ll be at world race training camp getting saved. again. because that happens at training camp, you know.