I cannot blame anyone but myself for my current situation in life, right? Consequently, I blame myself. No shocker there. But you know, it's really not heroic to stand back, evaluate your life, and come to the conclusion that you suck. However true, such thoughts aren't very beneficial to one's health in any way. Nonetheless, that's the state I've been in for a while. I keep wondering what the heck is wrong with me.
Then. The Love of my life reminds me that, well... I don't suck. I'm still not worthy, but every once in a while it's comforting to remember that there is no one else for me but Jesus Himself. I wish I could see past the big picture... I wish I were able to pick out the little bitty things that should daily make me fall more in love with Him. I wish.
I thought that the glorious age of twenty-one would instantly make me more mature. Sadly, I'm mentally, emotionally, and physically the same person I was three days ago. Selfish and searching and lost without Him.
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Chronological age is just a number. It is no way indicative of one's maturity. Naturally, there's a correlation, as having lived longer supplies a person with more opportunities to learn... but there's no magic behind it. Numbers are trivial.
It's not like you're particularly immature anyway. You really needn't worry... and you're always gonna be lost without Him, Becca. So rejoice that He has you, and you are His. I know you're certain of how important that is. don't lose heart. :)
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