Changing

So.
Yesterday, I was thirteen and fangirling like only a thirteen year old can about everything under the sun.
I was carefree, in retrospect.
My biggest concerns were pretty much...my grades. That the guy didn't like me back. That my friend was backstabbing me.
I thought those problems were the end of the world.
I had sleepovers and watched Enchanted and giggled and sprayed silly string on the first person asleep.
I liked a boy with blonde hair that fell halfway over his eyes.
I pretty much stirred up drama (whether I realized it or not) whenever I could.

Today, I woke up, and I'm less than two months shy of seventeen.
Seventeen.
I have too many cares in the world to count.
I stress daily about school, college, the future, etc.
Sometimes so much so that my friendships have to fall to the wayside.
I barely think about the friend that stabbed me in the back or the boy with the blonde hair.
When I see some guy with hair hanging in his face, I'm prone to mutter "Cut your dang hair."
My friends and I are far too busy for sleepovers.
I avoid drama like the Black Plague.

And really, I don't know when all this change happened. Most days, I roll with it. I can be mature and deal with what I have to deal with.

Other days, I want to be thirteen again. Or maybe even twelve. I want to be carefree again. I want to giggle and laugh and shove love notes in his locker (which I never actually did....I don't think....).

But. I can't. So I move on. And stress some more. And pray some more. And realize that change can be good. And I think this change is good. Because I know now, more than ever, that I'm going where God is taking me. For as long as I can remember, I've been trying to work out my own future. I pretty much had to hit a low point before I fully handed the reins over to God. And I've felt better since then.

I may not know the whole picture, but He's been revealing it to me piece by piece. A few of those pieces, I've told other people about. A few, I've kept to myself. But the important part is that He has all the pieces.

So, remember that in your own life. It's a good thing to remember.





P.S. I have nail polish on my keyboard....




Kbye.