I decided to run for class council. Like, last night.
The applications were due at 5pm today.
Not only was the application due, oh no, but 100 signatures.
I can’t even begin to tell you how discouraged I was. I had about ten, fifteen people sign the form yester-night. But it was the end of the day, it had been a long week, and I was exhausted. I went home. I thought about how my next day was looking: I had work in the morning, class, then two meetings back to back. I came to the conclusion that there was absolutely no way I could get 90 more signatures by 5pm. I debated back and forth for a few minutes (which really equates to two hours). I finally decided that I wouldn’t even try. Why waste my time?
But we know how that goes.
The next morning, I got up, got dressed, grabbed the ten signatures and clipboard, and left the house.
I had no idea how it was going to happen. I could tell you that “I knew it would happen somehow,” but honestly, I didn’t. I didn’t know how. And I didn’t know if it would. But I wasn’t going to sit around and not find out.
I left the house early. I got to the student center an hour before work. Miraculously, a friend who is well-known around campus happened to walk by. I told her my mission. Next five minutes: at least ten, maybe fifteen signatures. I asked some randoms if they would help. Two or three more signatures.
I head upstairs to work. I see people in the hallway and in the office. Five more signatures. I make it to class. I ask my professor if I can make an announcement. “I’m running for class office, and this is why. Would you all be willing to support me?” 20 more signatures. I ask people waiting outside the class. I get uncomfortable stares. I don’t care. 10 more signatures.
I head to my two meetings. Between stopping in the hallways, the cold, and the two organizations—I get the rest of my signatures. 100 signatures.
Yeah. You’re probably like, “100 signatures. Great. But did she even win bro?”
Well, I’m not sure. And 100 may not be the most impressive number.
But I do know that I got all the signatures I needed. Even when—quite frankly—I didn’t believe that I would be able to get them at all.
Before I left my house this morning, I read the little pink card I keep next to nightstand. Lord, help me to remember that nothing is going to happen today that you and I can’t handle together. Amen. I hadn’t looked at in a while. And I’m so glad I did today.
I’ve learned that one of the absolute most important things you will need to navigate this life, is something to believe in. It doesn’t matter what it is, or who it is. Doesn’t matter if it’s a person, a higher power, a concept—or even yourself.
Yes, this is about persisting; not giving up.
But what this is really about, is having faith. Taking those steps in the dark, even when you don’t know what’s there.
Even when you don’t know how it’s going to happen.
Martin Luther King Jr. said, “Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.” Just put one foot in front of you. Get out of your comfort zone; try it. Just know that by having faith, you are spotted by whatever you believe in.
Have a little bit of faith.
It goes a long way.