I've begun to figure out that a part of my personality tends to be a little rebellious. I like to do things differently than other people. I think that's okay, but part of me being rebellious and telling my mom at least every other day that I'm moving to Africa, well it may be because I have pride issues. We all know this anyways.
Growing up was not much different. I liked to be different as best I could. Well, because of the crummy pride I would go through these hard times and my parents would give me advice and wisdom on this matter. For like a whole decade I always thought I was right and they were wrong. I "listened." I stood there, but wasn't present.
It's weird and creepy. I've started to actually listen. And then implement their wisdom as best I could. Now that I have matured a little (a teensy weensy bit) I'm beginning to realize that my momma and dad are quite wise and actually have good advice. Now, i don't have to agree with everything they believe or think. I am my own person and all that good stuff. But I never want to stop listening and filtering and asking questions.
Another thing I love so dearly about my parents.
Today is a crummy day weather wise. It's icey and cold and wet. It may or many not be the definition of depressing. But that's okay. As Dr. Stowell reminded me this morning, "REJOICE in the Lord ALWAYS!" God is good. I'm alive. He's in control.
That's all.
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