Present Moment, Quality of life

Being An Adult

I love being an adult. When you’re a teenager, you are too young for most of what you would like to do and too old for the rest. Being an adult, you can do most anything you want to do, within reason of course. I do have boundaries.

I’ve started to journal again. It started a couple of weeks ago with a gratitude list and evolved from there. The book I was writing in is one of my favorites, but small and difficult manage. A trip to the barn took me to just the right book.

blog I’ve had a very quiet season with God the past few months. It’s like He moved us into this house and said, “Wait for it.” He is moving now and everyday I see something new. A small thing happens where I can tell we are on the same path. Everything that has occured this year is starting to make sense now. It’s very exciting.

I was curled up on my bed with a cup of green tea and this book I want to use as my journal. It made me pause and wonder, how many women get to do this? To curl up in the middle of their bed, in early evening and gaze out the windows and just be. I don’t have to do anything, but I get to.

I get to be an adult and become whatever God wants me to be. My daughter just turned 16 and wants to go to Australia in a couple of years. I’d better enjoy this next couple of years I have with her because they go by too fast. If you are a Mom with more than one child and the only time you get to curl up in bed is for sleep, be encouraged. It won’t last, so enjoy where you are.

You see, 10 years ago, I put my dreams on hold to be the best Mom I could possibly be. God doesn’t forget the dreams He puts in your heart. He knows what you’re supposed to be and He’s patient. Today, I am just now starting to see my dreams come back around. They look a little different, but it’s the same general idea. As a matter of fact, it’s going to be better than ever before. So, I am going to go back to my bed and journal and be grateful that I get to.

 

 

 

 

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