This Past year being at OU was hard, to say the least. I knew that God had called me there, and I wanted to be obedient to what he had for me, so I did all that I thought I was supposed to be doing. First I went “put-luck” instead of rooming with someone I already knew, I joined a sorority, I began visiting churches, and even got a job. I did all the things that I should because I had known so many other good Christian girls who had done all those things and were so happy at OU.
One of the things that I kept praying for at OU was to have a solid community that I could love and grow with. Someone that was older and wiser that could pour into me, some girls that I could grow with and be accountable to, and one or two girls that I could pour into and encourage. But this did not happen, last year was one of the loneliest seasons of my life and I had no community. There is a reason I was there, and even though I felt alone I know God hadn’t forsaken me.
But second semester I felt that God had begun to shine his face on me again and I was beginning to breathe again. I got connected with a halfway house in OKC that aids women getting out of prostitution and I finally felt like I had some purpose again. My grades even improved and God gave me the best news I’d heard in a while- He released me from Norman.
Well, I have just gotten back from a week of training in Georgia for my trip next year. This past week was incredible.
He went on to explain telling a story of a woman being obedient to God’s calling who had moved to the Middle East. She didn’t know where to begin or what she was supposed to be doing, but she followed his voice and began volunteering at school. She became close with one of the teachers and soon she was asked to tea. The teacher began to tell her that she had been having dreams about a man she didn’t know. The teacher continued having dreams and the friends continued meeting, and finally the teacher began to believe in a very real Jesus that was personally revealing himself to his daughter.
