I turned twenty the other day. I mourned my teen angst, then celebrated a new season with my lil family here.
I’ve been reflecting on year nineteen a lot this week, and found this picture in the process. It was taken in December when our squad missed a flight and ended up spending 2 nights in Colombia. It started as a really stressful moment of confusion and slight panic, but we ended up getting free flights from the airline, had a dreamy night in Colombia looking at Christmas lights, and learned so much about trust through it all.
And honestly, this moment, this photo kinda sums up what year nineteen was. Year nineteen looked like yelling “what are you doing?!?” over and over again at God. I struggled with control and letting go, and there was painful growth and pruning. But every time I ended up smiling and laughing at God’s goodness and faithfulness, continually being surprised at his abounding love.
And so here I am- still yelling “what are you doing?!?” at God, and he’s still sweeping me off my feet with fullness and joy unimaginable to me. Year twenty is scary, but it’s hopeful. I’m learning to trust. I hear the word “learn” when I think about twenty, and even though this season doesn’t look like I ever thought it would, I trust that this will be a time of pruning and learning and ultimately smiling and laughing through it all.
