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 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."
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