There’s still hope for me today.

So, when I get home, the first thing I do is sit at the computer and scroll through Facebook, still in the complaining mood. As I scroll I am absolutely astounded at the horrible things people say to each other, complain about, and just the drama that consumes 99.9% of all Facebook posts. Again I complain, "Goodness! That person really needs to grow up!"
And then God says, "Look at yourself, Molly."
Not only did He show me how much I've complained today, but he also showed me how He has grown me.
He started reminding me of my very first mission trip. November 2009. I had just graduated high school, which I was super happy about because I HATED high school. I wasn't really going to church at the time. My family had moved to a new church about a year prior and I was not involved in anything, nor did I want to be. I was fine going to church on Sunday mornings when I felt like it and occasionally Sunday nights. I was this introvert, quiet girl who was so afraid of "church people" hurting her again that she didn't want to get too close.
But that week He showed me a glimpse of the happiness that only He could give me.
I'm not saying that as soon as I got back I was fully involved in church, done with drinking and partying, and fully living for Him. It wasn't like that at all. He had to grow me.
I look back at what has happened since then. Horrible, horrible relationships. Temptations that I almost always gave into. And situations that God took me away from. I am slowly, but surely, understanding why I've been through what I've been through.
It's been almost 3 years since that trip, and I can honestly say that I am a completely different person. I'm not a shy girl with no self-confidence. I've grown into a woman who God has given confidence through Him.
I look back and try to picture myself just ignoring God's calling for me. What I would be like. I might be pregnant or already have children. I could be married to someone who doesn't respect me as a person, or someone who I don't even really know. I could still be partying, and making choices that I regret every morning after. Or worse.
God gives new beginnings. As I'm writing this the song "I Have a Hope" just came on. I love with God does that. It goes like this..