I think the teenage years are part of the curse. Seriously, when you consider them they must be. Not to mention that the last few years of teenage-hood are extremely confusing. The law of man says that we're adults, as do our hormones, but everyone above the age of 30 looks as us as though we are wee children who have yet to learn the "big lessons" of life. We are deemed (generally) as immature, ill-prepared, and unorganized.
For the past few months I have been stepping into a new, foreign stage of life. I work between 25-35 hours a week, attend church once a week, and have a 15 credit semester in college. I live in my own apartment (which praise God I am able to pay for.) I see a trend beginning where my time is no longer about people, but about responsibility. That sentence alone verifies that I am not a child anymore.
I take advice from my parents and make my own decisions based on what they and others that I trust have said. I follow God as well as I can. I fail constantly, but by the grace of God I find myself able to stand up again.
Sometimes I wish I could be a child again, but then I remember the foolish impatience I experienced at the thought of becoming "an adult." That impatience is ridiculous and sadly a huge part of our culture. By the age of twelve most children are anxious for middle school and high school are over so that they can be free to do as they please. The only downfall of the end of those years is the reality that smacks you in the face soon after. The "big" decisions are no longer what to wear, or what to bring for lunch, or whether to be friends with that person but rather they are should I work here, will we be able to stay friends regardless of everything, and can I afford this? That's of course with taking a love-life out of the picture.
All I have to say is how in the world do people make it without God? I had already given up when He found me, I can't imagine having made it even this far were it not for Him. There's nothing else that keeps me going other than knowing He's planned today for me. Knowing that He's going to help me walk through it whether it be through fire or valley or ocean, helps me get out of bed in the morning. The sunshine isn't bright enough to make me smile in the morning. The stars don't sparkle brightly enough to make me feel safe at night and there's nothing about the moon that helps me appreciate light: unless God is a factor. When I remember that He spoke the sun and the moon and the stars into being and sustains them, yet still loves me even though an not so bright as them, I am in awe. I smile because of Him. I feel safe knowing that He's with me always and I am humbled by His majestic, wonderful light.
For the past few months I have been stepping into a new, foreign stage of life. I work between 25-35 hours a week, attend church once a week, and have a 15 credit semester in college. I live in my own apartment (which praise God I am able to pay for.) I see a trend beginning where my time is no longer about people, but about responsibility. That sentence alone verifies that I am not a child anymore.
I take advice from my parents and make my own decisions based on what they and others that I trust have said. I follow God as well as I can. I fail constantly, but by the grace of God I find myself able to stand up again.
Sometimes I wish I could be a child again, but then I remember the foolish impatience I experienced at the thought of becoming "an adult." That impatience is ridiculous and sadly a huge part of our culture. By the age of twelve most children are anxious for middle school and high school are over so that they can be free to do as they please. The only downfall of the end of those years is the reality that smacks you in the face soon after. The "big" decisions are no longer what to wear, or what to bring for lunch, or whether to be friends with that person but rather they are should I work here, will we be able to stay friends regardless of everything, and can I afford this? That's of course with taking a love-life out of the picture.
All I have to say is how in the world do people make it without God? I had already given up when He found me, I can't imagine having made it even this far were it not for Him. There's nothing else that keeps me going other than knowing He's planned today for me. Knowing that He's going to help me walk through it whether it be through fire or valley or ocean, helps me get out of bed in the morning. The sunshine isn't bright enough to make me smile in the morning. The stars don't sparkle brightly enough to make me feel safe at night and there's nothing about the moon that helps me appreciate light: unless God is a factor. When I remember that He spoke the sun and the moon and the stars into being and sustains them, yet still loves me even though an not so bright as them, I am in awe. I smile because of Him. I feel safe knowing that He's with me always and I am humbled by His majestic, wonderful light.
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