Life is a journey

The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day. (Proverbs 4:18 NLT)

Attics are amazing places. Every once in a while, I visit my parents’ attic, and it’s still full of hidden treasures. Once I pulled out some of my school notebooks, and that was quite an experience! The neat first to fifth grade workbooks caught my attention first. Such innocence permeated every page, and the pictures and handwritten cursive sentences were adorable.

Then I found what looked like a diary. The pages were slightly torn and the calligraphy wasn’t so neat. My teenage writings had taken on a more rebellious tone toward school, toward the world and its injustices, and even toward my parents. My poor parents! As a mother of several teenagers, I felt indignation toward my haughty past self and empathy for my parents. I couldn’t remember what had motivated me to write or even think that way. In the end, I could only feel a whirlwind of mixed emotions and general confusion.

Reflecting some more on the matter, I eventually had to make peace with myself, with that old self that I now perceived as rather unpleasant. I’m not the same person and have hopefully matured!

The truth is, life is a journey, and one day I’ll probably realize some of the things I’m doing right now are foolish and see my present self as immature. I just have to do my best and keep moving forward with God’s help. [1]

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. - Søren Kierkegaard

[1] Activated Rummaging