On my 9th day of being 21, I've got one verse in mind.
Isaiah 55:8
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
So many sentiments, so many thoughts.
So many options, so many ways.
Just when I thought I could follow my thoughts and my ways by my default decisions, the LORD changes situations in my life and impresses things upon my heart that I'm rather reluctant to think about. But... whatever it is, I am fully submitted to His thoughts and His ways, for He is God.
A God of love, and a God I wanna love.
A God of fear, and a God I wanna fear.
A God of fear, and a God I wanna fear.
No, I'm not worried about my future.
I'm rested, entrusting, believing and at peace.
But when the voices of people in my life causes me to be distracted and even look away from Jesus for one second, I'd most definitely drown. I don't wanna look away.
Indeed,
"My whole life is yours, I give it all,
surrendered to your name.
And forever I will pray,
Have your way, have your way."
There are a few things that's scary about turning 21. Especially when your parents outrightly make it so real, and slam it into your face that, you're an adult now.
Grow up. Stop dreaming. Face reality.
And... so they think :P
Omgosh. I'm an adult. What?