Adult?

It's funny to me to think that I'm adult. I think I'll forever feel 19 or 21... I suppose that is an adult, but I forget that I'm really an adult. I pay all my own bills. I own my own house and drive a new car I paid for all by myself. I have a job that people depend on me for that pays me a wonderfully large sum of money. People take my advice to heart and mind.

I'm about to enter into a day that I'm somewhat dreading and somewhat so excited for. To see God move in my own heart and potentially the heart of others. The passion in me is not dead - I swear it's just on hold waiting for the gun fire to alert the race once again. I am in love with grace. I have felt so much that I have lost, yet the finish is clearly no where in sight. How could I give up now? There is so much left to be revealed. So many miles left to run. So what if it has rained and the ground is muddied? The sun will shine again. The ground will dry. My second wind will return this passion as it does each time.

A friend said something interesting to me today. He said you are pretty tough - all this you've gone through. It's true I suppose. I just feel weary. But I am confident. God has yet to let me down... even with all these questions floating through my brain... there will be answers.