Stirrup Pants and College?

Do you remember the days when the biggest decision you had to make was which hair bow you wanted to wear? To wear stirrup pants or purple jeans? Pink Keds or jelly shoes? Oh to be a child again, the life where big decisions are made for you ever day...or rather there aren't really any big choices yet. Fast forward a few years: Band or athletics? Gymnastics or Drama club? Yearbook staff or Newspaper? Still...not many big decisions. Then: Summer job or be lazy? College or wait a few years? College? Okay, now...which college? Close to home, far from home, expensive, private, state...? Major?! What's a major? I have to PICK what I want to be when I grow up?! Boyfriend? Serious boyfriend? Fiance?! Marriage? Where to live? Where to work? What insurance to go with? Responsibility? Car payments? Credit card payments? Grocery shopping, laundry and cleaning for two? When to start a family? Moving? To a new state, already?

Whew. Sometimes all the responsibility can be so overwhelming. There have definitely been times in my life when all I wanted was for someone else to make decisions for me. I am such a worrier. It's one of my only faults, ha. But seriously. Unfortunately, I am pretty sure all my life I have been this way. Always worried that I would make the wrong decision. That my choice would hurt someone's feelings or not be the choice other people thought I should make. I will be 24 on Sunday and some days I still want to just be a little girl again. Pony tails, big bows, Little Mermaid sweatshirt, with someone else making decisions for me.

I want to be carefree...not worrying about what tomorrow may bring. Working with children every day humbles me in many ways. I remember that God has called us to be like children. Little children have complete faith in you, in God, in life. They have not yet been corrupted by the world. They aren't worried about having food, clothes, a home, etc. I want to be that way again. To be so dependent upon the Father. To wholly and truly trust and have faith in Him. Not to depend on myself and what I can do...because let's be honest, that's not much.

That was sure a lot of rambling for a Friday night...but I hope it makes sense to someone.

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink;

or about your body, what you will wear.

Is not life more important than food,

and the body more important than clothes?

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,

and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.

Are you not much more valuable than they?

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

"And why do you worry about clothes?

See how the lilies of the field grow.

They do not labor or spin.

Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in

all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

If that is how God clothes the grass of the field,

which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire,

will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?'

or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'

For the pagans run after all these things,

and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:25-34