Monday, August 8, 2011
Who is the girl who filled the pages before the one on which I write?
She has been through incredible ups and downs.
She has praised God in triumph and heartbreak. She has run from Him when ashamed...or just too busy and content to notice Him.
She sometimes read Bible verses as they were veins through which her blood pumped...and some days like a foreign language transcribed from another century.
She used to be afraid of growing up. She now alives alone...no long riding the bus to school.
She didn't feel like she would ever grow up. Now, she calls her dad and talks of interest rates and mail forwarding.
She just knew the world would end if she was 22 and unmarried. She has no idea that 22 felt so young, and no where near the weight of responsibility that forever comes with.
She created an "after graduation" plan that involved reading many books and not thinking about a carreer or continuing her education. She just signed a lease on an apartment located between her new office and the university where she will begin her MBA this fall.
Who is the girl who filled the pages before the one on which I write?
She has been through incredible ups and downs.
She has praised God in triumph and heartbreak. She has run from Him when ashamed...or just too busy and content to notice Him.
She sometimes read Bible verses as they were veins through which her blood pumped...and some days like a foreign language transcribed from another century.
She used to be afraid of growing up. She now alives alone...no long riding the bus to school.
She didn't feel like she would ever grow up. Now, she calls her dad and talks of interest rates and mail forwarding.
She just knew the world would end if she was 22 and unmarried. She has no idea that 22 felt so young, and no where near the weight of responsibility that forever comes with.
She created an "after graduation" plan that involved reading many books and not thinking about a carreer or continuing her education. She just signed a lease on an apartment located between her new office and the university where she will begin her MBA this fall.
She wrote in her journals for years, waiting for the epiphany to leak out of a ball point pen.
She has come to realize the epiphany comes while pouring over the pages and seeing how little she knew, how much she has learned, and again...how little she knows.
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