Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
I place too much emphasis on my bank account. I am a hoarder when it comes to money. I don’t want to give or even tithe, though it’s silly when I really think about it. My money isn’t even mine, yet I save it like it is.
I hate spending money. If I could, I would save every penny that I earn or receive. But what good would a bank account full of money do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My penny-pinching behaviors make no sense, but I continue to pinch pennies nonetheless.
Love isn’t a choice; it’s a command. I wish it was a choice because then I could choose not to do it, but it is the foundation of our faith. Without love, we’re just like the world. So try it.
So how can you tell if someone loves you? If he or she makes sacrifices for you. How can you tell if you love someone? If you make sacrifices for him or her.
Thankfully, I haven’t had to endure many goodbyes. I said goodbye to my grandfather before he passed away, I said goodbye to a close friend when she moved to another state, and I said goodbye to my sister when she headed off to college. But now my home is taking a temporary trip to a distant land called “college.”
Like every other season of life, you can make this the best or the worst of times. So choose your activities well. Don’t waste a moment. If you do nothing else this summer, learn to lean more on Christ and less on yourself.
I wish I could stay in high school forever with my family, friends, and church family. Instead, I can prepare for college life—meeting new people, experiencing new things, and learning to juggle a new schedule. As I’ve mentioned multiple times on my blog, these upcoming experiences freak me out. A tiny part of me is excited, but the other part of me would rather crawl in a hole than go off to college.
For a time, Raegan and I were friends. But our schedules changed, and so did our lives. We went our separate ways, but whenever I had the occasional encounter with her after that, these ugly feelings crept inside my heart and made me feel uncomfortable around her.
I decided to spice up the monotony of blogging and try writing a poem for this special day. By the way, I am not a poet. At all. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading my jumbled mess of words and feel encouraged on this blessed day.
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