The Old and the New

It's funny, you know, to sit and think about everywhere I've been in the past two years. If someone were to walk up to the freshly 15-year-old version of myself and tell me exactly what I was to become, I probably would have laughed in their face. Either that, or withdrawn completely and gone back to being some kind of preppy flake. "Like, oh my God," indeed.

But, no. I'm not that girl. Am I glad? Sometimes. Other times it seems like it would be so much easier if I had never made the choices that led me here.

The up and down roller-coaster of walking by faith and not by sight...even from the summer until now, has been incredible. Tearful, sure. The more I go through, the stronger I come out. Great! Drama is fortifying?

And without that drama, I wouldn't have become so bold. I would have never learned to be so humble, to hold my tongue rather than lashing out, to stop trying to be a miracle worker. That's not my job; it's His.

I also would have never met most of the people who have completely changed my life for the better.

Four months ago, I took one more step. Stupid, maybe. Outlandish, yes. But I've never been so happy to say that nothing but good has come from it.

I thank God for those folks every day. They got me here in one piece...