I was looking through old journals and blogs this week. There is much on my mind, and there is much that is heavy on my heart. Sometimes reading words of encouragement from my past self is perfect. I need to be reminded that He has been faithful. I need to be reminded that I went through battles and came out victorious. I need to be reminded of my own story.
Here is a little blurb I wrote the night before my 26th birthday last year.
Man, that girl was something else.
"I realized this year, I don't want to be sensible. I want to be reckless.
I want to lay out under the stars and be amazed at our Creator. I want to do what I love. I want to sew, and paint, and bake for no reason other than I love it. I want to read books for fun, without deadlines. I want to love people dearly and deeply, even when it is hard. I want to know Jesus in a way I have only read about. I want to have adventures. I want to pray and watch God answer prayers. I want to share the real love of Christ to a broken world in real, and practical ways. I want to be thankful of big things, and little ones too. I want to go where and when He calls. I want to dream so big that when I tell people, they just laugh. I want to have big faith. I want my life to be so full of love and joy that it just points back to Jesus.
I don't want to waste my life on vain and empty expectations. I know my own mortality, and it excites me. What a beautiful chance I have to fall in love with life, because I realize how precious every moment is. What an incredible gift."