When I heard for the first time someone call me a 'seventeen-year-old' the first thing I felt was shock.
Can I really be seventeen?
Am I really that old?
Then I shook my head and stated firmly that seventeen isn't that old. Then my mom and I were driving home from my cousin's house two hours away. We had talked more about the mission trip I'm embarking on in June with my fifteen year old cousin, and his youth group.
Mom then went to tell me how she met my dad. On a mission trip. At seventeen.
And boy I will tell you that I sure felt like I was old then!
My sister even said 'No meeting future husband at seventeen.' Which I so diplomatically answered, 'you don't know when you meet your future husband 'til God decides to tell you.' She wasn't too happy about this answer.
And then the thought of that I've got brochures for colleges, and that in a year I'm going to be eighteen in Uganda, serving the Lord a long side my family. And then when I finished up my last two years of high school I'd be nineteen!
Now there's a scary thought.
But then I realized that age is really just a number. You can be as joyful, and bursting with energy like a little child at the age of 40, and that's just fine! So I've determined not to let my age drag my mind down. Yes growing up has new responsibilities, but I'll deal with those as they're bestowed upon me, and I wont worry about them until God instructs me too. ^_^
