No Longer Petrified
I don’t know the future, but God does.
I stood in the doorway of the cafeteria, petrified, unsure of what to do. I was a fresh arrival at Southern Adventist University, a week late into the winter semester. Sure, I knew how a cafeteria worked, but this was larger than the one at my academy, and it had more options.
“Don’t be afraid, Ashlee,” came a friend’s voice from behind me. “It’s just a cafeteria.”
“I’m not afraid,” I said, watching to see what he would do as he entered.
I have always approached life like that: hanging back until I’m sure I know what to do or until I know I won’t look stupid. I have this fondness for the predictable and a love …