So many beginnings, so many endings.
When you are young, you can only imagine that your life will always be just how it is, only better and way more AWWWesome. When I was ten years old, high school seemed a magical place where all everyone did was be cool and pull pranks and go on dates. My small mind unwittingly assumed that I would want all the same things my ten-year-old heart desired, which was often no more than 3 more inches of snow on the sledding hill or scoring the last green Pop-Ice out of the freezer on a scorching summer afternoon.
When you are older, it’s still hard to imagine that your desires will change along with your circumstances. How could I anticipate being very thankful that I had to transfer colleges? Really. My small mind thought I would always carry regret around. And I just read my very first blog post, from two years ago. Little did I know.
Here’s the thing. I’m doing it now. You probably are, too. Little do we know.
Man, the God of Coming Out of Nowhere has done it again.
“Behold, I AM making all things new–don’t you see it??”
It’s been quite the year. I lost a lot but I gained a lot. I ran and leapt and sang and…fell. And broke, and crumbled, and cried. Didn’t we all. It’s going to be different in a differently different way than you’re expecting now. That, my friend, is worth waking up tomorrow to see.
So many beginnings, so many endings. But so many beginnings.