I looked at the calendar this afternoon and realized that tomorrow will mark 31 days until I turn 25. Thirty-one days, or one month ’til the thirteenth of April. On a normal Thursday afternoon I’d be on a flight home trying to figure out what to get into for the weekend. Today I sit in a hotel room (my home away from home) for an extended work week and reflect on what 25 means.
I remember thinking at different points in life, “at 25 I’ll get married…”, “at 25 I’ll be living the life I imagine”, “at 25 I’ll be exactly who God intends me to be.” Yet I’m faced with the stark reality that I probably won’t get married while I’m 25, I haven’t prepared to live the life I imagine, and I haven’t allowed God to speak to my heart. Essentially, I’m just here.
So, I’ve decided to take a break for 31 days. I’m going to sit still and seek God’s face so that all other things will fall into place. I need direction, I crave purpose, and doing the same ‘ol thing is getting me the same ‘ol results: nothing.
I don’t know what this break will entail. I don’t know if it means I’ll take a fast from social networking or stop watching television entirely. What I do know is that 25 will be the beginning of the best years of my life. No regrets, no shame, just a life that’s lived purposefully.
It’s crazy how my journal just ran out the other day…
Let this new journey begin!
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