I was reminded just the other day about my younger years. The fun years. I am not complaining about my life now at all, I just wished parts of me hadn't changed (and I'm not talking gravity...but that is another post).
There was a time that this girl loved life deeply. She laughed all the time and seriously, was always looking for the next shin-dig. She went to sleep late each day so she wouldn't miss anything and was the first to wake up to get to work. She moved to her first apartment with literally, only a suitcase. She worked with kids and had energy for them. She worked out hours a day, rejoicing to God for her health and happiness. She had decided to not date for 2 years of her life to really date God and learn about herself...though the opportunity presented itself. She made friends with everybody and anyone, and truly cared for each person God placed into her life. She worked at jobs that didn't pay well but it gave her a reason to trust God in everything. She had beautiful and fun roommates, who loved her dearly. She used to laugh until her sides ached. Though she attended church, she often would visit other places of worship to see and hear how God was working in other's lives and found strength in that. She felt accepted and supported by those that surrounded her and never felt lonely. She dreamed of a life with a loving husband, kids and a yard but was content and ready to live where God wanted her to be. She loved to danced. She was a peer counsellor to many in her life including her baby godson's mother, a boss in an abusive relationship, and her own family. She celebrated life like an optimist would by waking up early each day watching the sun come up and thanking God to another day to love on others.
I would love to have her back in my life.
9 comments:
AMEN!!! that is totally my heart in the post i wrote yesturday....
the one about how God showed me something neat when we lost elioras toy on the beach....
and then, as we rested -- He brought it back.
a small thing -- a toy.
a big thing -- hope.
joy.
freedom.
so much more....He will bring it back....in time and as we rest in Him.
LOVE YOU!
I knew that girl well, and I miss her too, sometimes. Though times have changed and years have passed, and although I don't see you nearly often enough, I still see glimpses of that girl in your writing - your humour, your creativity, your genuine love and compassion for the people around you. But...I do miss the chocolate-caramel-mushroom squares, the air-bands, the household "experiments" (like testing out if salt sprinkled on an egg that cracked open on the floor would make it easier to sweep up...where did you come up with these things??) And I know she's still there somewhere...
That girl is still there I hear it in your writing all the time!!
:)
HUGS
Andrea, I have seen her around, even if you haven't. :)
Are you sure she has changed that much??? She is pretty awesome now if you ask me!
I agree!!! sounds like you kept yourself out of trouble. I hope that you'll find that girl again.
What a sweet girl and it is amazing how much of my former self I see in this girl. I'm glad we have done some of the same things. I do believe that my season of singleness really helped me to be a better wife. Great post!
Annie, life changes sometimes, and parts of us change, but the core, the essence of us never does. The zany girl, the girl who loves life and is optimistic, is still there. The one who reached out to others, who cared for people around her, who was marveled by God in so many places, is still there. It's just when life changes, and brings about different scenery, less sleep, more noise, other responsibilities, it's harder to see that essence when you are in the thick of things. But I see it, I see it in your writing, I see it in your emails (thanks!) and I see it manifest itself in your children. And soon, I know, you will see it again too. Hang in the honey! Praying for you.
oh girl...she's still there. She's still you; you are still her. Just in a different version.
But I know what you mean...I miss the 'old' me sometimes too.
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