The fall of my eighth grade year was arguably the busiest and deemed the most important season by many in my middle school. Right before Thanksgiving break, the prestigious high school for the arts in our town released their enrollment packets to anyone in the surrounding county. For those who had even the tiniest bit of desire to be a student there, holding the material of the audition packet in their hands was the start of the grueling hours of practice and preparation for the auditions the coming in the next months. In the fall of my eight grade year, I was not one of the students preparing for a school that I now call mine. But rather, I was constantly and unwittingly belittling the plan God had for me, and also limiting my ability. See, it wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in being a part of a multi – department school, specializing in everything from Film to Musical Theater to Visual Arts. I simply thought that I didn’t have a chance. While all of my peers were stretching for dance auditions, meeting with vocal and instrumental coaches for musical auditions, taking up extra acting classes for theater auditions, and preparing their best work for film and art auditions, I was held steadfast to my uninformed belief that “I’m not good enough.” At the time I was active in dance and chorus, but I knew that I wouldn’t have the ability to pass the audition. Not only that, but I knew that I didn’t have a future in either of those art forms. So instead of readying a packet to turn in for myself, I stood by the multitude of my friends as they anxiously awaited their acceptance letters. It wasn’t until the next fall, under the guidance of God’s will and words of encouragement from both teachers and family, that being a student at the school became an option for me. In the year gap between when my friends received their packets and I picked up mine, God revealed gifts that I had not yet discovered. Even with the countless times I swore I wouldn’t make it, God knew that in His timing, I would. Even with my large abundance of doubt, God was still the author of my life and keeper of the declaration in Jeremiah 29:11 “I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for (MSG). Now I stand in front of the door labeled “Writing Department,” embarking on my Junior year. I now know that no matter what comes at me this year, God knows not only what is coming, but where it fits on the plan He has for me. I know that I am not going through the trying and at times depressing years of high school alone, for God is with me. And I know, that no matter how many times I doubt my ability, this is where God says I belong.