It's so hard to believe.
I'm not 20 anymore;
and I won't ever be 20 again.
Time just never stops, does it?
Every long once in awhile I find myself wishing that there was
a pause button, or even just a slow motion button,
Actually, I'll be truthful;
I find myself wishing that more and more.
I was thinking about those silly dandelions again,
and how the breezes of life and time come and scatter
the delicate little parachutes of my days, months, and years.
They aren't wasted, they have their purposes,
but they won't be back again.
A vapor, a flower that fades,
this life goes oh so quick.
21 years were just a blink.
I don't even want to consider how quickly the next 21 years
could come and go, if the Lord grants them to me.
I so badly want to make them count.
It's only by God's grace that we can find any meaning in life,
that anything about this short journey can be truly worthwhile.
My prayer in this season continues to be:
that when my moments here are gone -
that I will have held back nothing.
That there will be
that I wished I'd done, or given up,
in pursuit of the Lord's perfect will for my life.
That it will all be poured out -
for the glory of Christ.
Thanking Him for 21 years.