Growing Up
This is the little girl in Jenny Robinson speaking here.
I'm growing up! I don't know how that kind of snuck up on me, but it did. This summer, I realized that the place I call "home" isn't where I live anymore, although I'm now a junior in college, and haven't lived at home for quite some time. The decisions that I make are getting more and more important, determining the course my life will take after I leave here in two years. The "big" things that I have been praying for years about--mission work, marriage, family, work--those might just be happening before I know it. This is really wierd. A little part of me wants to go back home and schnuggle with my mom and wrastle with my dad and brother (and I will always return and do that), but I feel such a strong pull into the future...it is almost scary. Well, yes, it is scary. God already took me to a foreign land all by myself to refine me and strengthen my faith and dependency in Him...what more is there to come?
These are my simple words of praise and confusion to a God who calls us to a future that is good, and beyond that we need not know anything else. Sometimes I feel like such a little girl, but more often I am feeling this woman that God has called me to be growing up inside of me...it is a noble, scandalous, and wonderful feeling.
I cannot wait to see what comes next.
You who bring good tidings to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid... --Isaiah 40:9
I'm growing up! I don't know how that kind of snuck up on me, but it did. This summer, I realized that the place I call "home" isn't where I live anymore, although I'm now a junior in college, and haven't lived at home for quite some time. The decisions that I make are getting more and more important, determining the course my life will take after I leave here in two years. The "big" things that I have been praying for years about--mission work, marriage, family, work--those might just be happening before I know it. This is really wierd. A little part of me wants to go back home and schnuggle with my mom and wrastle with my dad and brother (and I will always return and do that), but I feel such a strong pull into the future...it is almost scary. Well, yes, it is scary. God already took me to a foreign land all by myself to refine me and strengthen my faith and dependency in Him...what more is there to come?
These are my simple words of praise and confusion to a God who calls us to a future that is good, and beyond that we need not know anything else. Sometimes I feel like such a little girl, but more often I am feeling this woman that God has called me to be growing up inside of me...it is a noble, scandalous, and wonderful feeling.
I cannot wait to see what comes next.
You who bring good tidings to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid... --Isaiah 40:9
posted by My_Doxology at 2:50 PM
1 Comments:
Dont take this the wrong way.
But from someone on the outside, peering into your life. You are growing into a beautiful, powerful, warrior for Christ.
For the sake of being able to check your blog, or read the paper and read how God is using you in your life, I cant wait.
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