Ever since I can remember, I’ve been anxious to grow up. When I was really little I used to pretend I was a realtor because that’s what my Aunt did, that was an adult thing to do, so I had to do it. I would dream about being married, about going to college, about having my own car, my own house, my own dog. I would imagine the day I would be as tall as my mom (unfortunately, this never will happen.) I would even type on my computer, careful to make only my nails hit the keys, so it would make the same noise that the big-girls-with-fake-nails-who-worked-behind-the-desks-at-every-office made. I’ve always been too busy worrying about what’s next.
I’m a planner. I always have been. And although that helps me accomplish a lot, it’s also a hindrance. The bible addresses this issue of worry numerous times. For example, Matthew 6:34: “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
So what the heck am I doing? and how the heck do I stop? I would love to take a step back and enjoy life for what it is now, not what it might be tomorrow. I know my life will be great. God promises that in Jeremiah 29:11. So why am I so concerned with the way things will work out?
Most adults would say these next few years will be the best years of my life. So why do I want to rush through them? Why am I so thankful this semester is half-way over? WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO BE GROWN UP?
I love being young. Now, I just need to learn how to enjoy it to the fullest.
Kendra Leigh Worsnup