Growing Up

I was one of those kids that simply couldn't wait to grow up. I was college bound and out the door in my mind from the time I was about 10. I had no fears that I really recall about leaving home. I was not nervous about getting into college. I just figured that things would work out. Oh, don't get me wrong. I got decent grades. I tested well. I put in some effort. I put out applications. I was in the top ten percent of my class. No, there weren't only three of us. ;)
But lately, I feel that same way. Like I am waiting to be grown up. Not sure what I am going to be or how, but I have a growing sense of purpose and dreams. Maybe it's there because my children are growing up. Maybe it's the classes I'm just getting ready to begin. I don't know what it is.
What about you? Are you waiting to grow up too? Because it's really fun to look forward to something bigger than we are now. Maybe that's why youth has so much hope.
My challenge to you is to remember how it feels to look forward. Don't assume that all of life will always be as it is today. You can be something when you grow up. What will it be? Fireman? Teacher? Lawyer? You can even be a mommy. Yes, even in old age. You can go be a house parent at an orphanage or adopt or do foster care.
The point is that women our age get stuck in a rut. Often we have given up our first careers years ago. But each day should be full of dreams and plans and hopes. Grasp those visions in your heart and begin to seek out who God has for you to be in each part of your life.
blessings,
rhonda