The “Post Grad”

Warning if you read this post I might ruin the movie The Post Grad for you. so Spoiler Alert!

So I ventured out tonight with my parents to see the  Gilmore girl “Rory’s” new movie Post Grad. I thought that it seemed appropriate since I am too a post grad. The movie is about how “Rory’s character” doesn’t get the job of her dreams and is forced to move back into her out of the ordinarily, crazy parents house after graduating college. Of course there is an, in my opinion, handsome young sutor trying to confess his love for her, which makes the movie a little too sappy for me. If only we all had a hott Columbia law student/love song composing musicians begging us to love him. So basically I came out of the movie sort of in a down mood even though it ends in happily ever after (which is so freaking unrealistic… sure move to NYC with no job or place to live…) I feel like her in many ways despite the boys and the over the top family. I make plans but are they my plans or are they Gods.

Today I was Wikipediaing (yes a verb) Dietrich Bonhoeffner and he had left Germany when the Nazis were oppressing him from speaking out on his disapproval of the cowardly german church and, of course, of the holocaust. He accepted a job in NYC but soon realized that he could not stay in NYC and had to return to his people and fight the fight… (from Wikipedia)

He wrote to Reinhold Niebuhr: “I have come to the conclusion that I made a mistake in coming to America. I must live through this difficult period in our national history with the people of Germany. I will have no right to participate in the recon struction of Christian life in Germany after the war if I do not share the trials of this time with my people…Christians in Germany will have to face the terrible alternative of either willing the defeat of their nation in order that Christian civilization may survive or willing the victory of their nation and thereby destroying civilization. I know which of these alternatives I must choose but I cannot make that choice from security. He most likely would have lived if he stayed in the states… I wonder if he felt that God had called him out of Germany in the first place. Or is it the opposite, did he not wait on the Lord and just flee without feeling the peace of obedience? I guess I can ask him in Heaven Ha!

I fear that I will mistake my plans for what are not Gods and miss out on being a huge contribution to the Kingdom…

Back to my issues…

I really don’t have much to complain about, I really haven’t even started searching for a job because of my wonderful scheduled work holiday to Australia. But I feel almost guilty that I don’t have some job and have my life figured out. I am envious of people who are settled. Why must I always compare myself to others? There is a quote that I think rings so true to me, it’s by Nicole Nordeman who is a singer she says, ” Comparison is the enemy of Contentment” that is so true, I can not be content where God has me because I keep comparing myself to Rory and her made up story of what it looks like one should do after they graduate. I also compare myself to my friends who are going back to school for graduate degrees. That is a question that keeps floating in and out of my head. Go to grad school or don’t go to grad school… How to pay for grad school? that is the question… Go to grad school abroad… Go abroad and work… Stay in the states… But there are just so many of them which state do I choose…. All I can say is that graduating High school was a hell of a lot easier and more fun than this graduating college business. It’s not all what it is cracked up to be….

And PS all you post grads out there…  I overall didn’t think the Post Grad was worth it. So I don’t recommend it even if it draws you in with its relevancy!

Prayer Request: I need prayer for contentment where God has me. I need Jesus to take the reigns on this adventure that I am about to embark on and I need His wisdom or clarity on figuring out what the trip will teach me about myself and what direction I should take a step in after my return…