My friends and family have made seventeen the sweetest birthday so far. I don’t like extra attention that I don’t feel deserving of, I absolutely abhor the birthday song, but I love birthday’s simply because they help me realize how privileged I am. I am nothing special, but God has given me so many wonderful people to live with and love and learn from. Disregard the bitterness of yesterday. Sixteen was a rough year, but I’m on the other side now – and I’m pretty sure I’m still and optimist.
I was always afraid of being seventeen – I guess I sort of set it as a mark date for the perfection I was working toward. By the time I’m seventeen I’ll… ( you know that drill ). Well I haven’t attained my silly goals.I can’t run six miles, I can’t speak three languages, I can give sound advice, I didn’t get the scores I wanted, and my physical appearance is still suffering from the awkward hormonal imbalances of adolescence. Whatever. You know what I did find?
God is so good, really the only reason for existing! He has granted me friends and family that are absolutely wonderful – I am so blessed. Throughout the tumult of this year, there have been so many people caring for me and shepherding me without even realizing how much impact they had. When I step outside of myself and start looking around at the people who make my life, all depression, dissatisfaction, and bitterness quickly dissipates. I realize now that so much of misery was purely self inflicted and due to an excess of self centered-ness. I worried so much: why am I ugly? why am I broken? me, me, me.
When you forget about I and look around you with the view of a Christian who’s hope is Christ, suddenly you realize that there is a whole lot to smile about. May seventeen be a year of further revelations and explorations of that one true God who makes life worth living.