I woke up this morning as a 25 year old woman. Almost every birthday I can think of, someone has asked me, "How does it fell to be *fill in the blank*" And usually I don't have an answer, 19 felt the same way 18 did and there was no big life changing events from the time when I was 22 to 23.
But this year, 25, feels different. Perhaps it's because 24 was such a rough year. Don't get me wrong, it'd had it's fair share of sweet memories and laughs, but there were also more tears in this last year than I'd care to truthfully tell.
Last year was filled with disillusionment, discontentment, and much disappointment. But slowly I've learned to find hope in God. I'm learning to trust a little more about who He is and what He's doing in my life.
And as I find myself cautiously opening up my heart to Him, there's a part of me that's still scared. I'm still weary about what He would do with my heart once He has all of it. Just like anything else-- the further we hold something out the less it becomes our own-- so too, my heart is becoming less and less my own.
And as I sit here thinking about the good, the bad and the ugly of this life, I'm finding myself a little more hopeful about the year to come. Not because of anything I could possibly do in the next year, but rather because I've tasted and seen that the Lord is good. And that He is worthy of all my trust.
I found these verses a few months ago and I think they perfect sum up my transition.
"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever."- Psalm 30:11-12
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