Road trip. The countdown has been on for a while, and we're down to about a week! Hopefully I get the Honduras posts out before then. (Not much chance of that! =P) I don't think I'm going to take my computer with me. The only reason I would want to is so I can download pictures off of my phone, which fills up fast. But I can probably just upload them to Dropbox or whatnot.
Sunday was a really fun day! I spent nearly all day playing with my house niece and nephews. Here's a picture I took in the evening.
They each drew a map of the property on large paper I had in my project supplies, and took turns marking hidden treasure on them! I grabbed five mason jars from my closet and put knick-nacks in them, and the two children took turns hiding them and searching for them, based on the treasure maps. :)
... This is what childhood is about. To live, and live life abundantly. To enjoy life to the fullest. To be active, creative, to use our minds and let wonder thrill us, adventure call us, puzzles challenge us. And maybe it isn't just childhood, after all. But for the children's sake... may there be more play, more fun, more education, and less text books.
A yearning has really awakened in my heart this year... My heartcry has been for the children ever since I read For the Children's Sake as a young teenager many years ago. But it has increased... and grown. My heartcry is now not only for children in general, but for my future children. Before this year, I wasn't sure whether or not I would walk that road... wife, mother, homemaker... but now I know for sure that I am going to. =D And with that certainty in mind, a yearning for my own future children has awakened within me. I'm so excited to meet them! "Oh, they'll love this!" I think to myself, as I pin ideas on Pinterest... as I imagine scenarios... as I wonder what their personalities will be.
And, a couple weeks ago, something dawned on me. I honestly don't have that long to wait. Many girls dream of this from early childhood. A girl may dream about her future husband and children for 20 years before she enters that season. But me? I've just really started to dream. I'm already twenty years old. In five years I may be standing at the alter. I may be holding my first child (or, preferably, twin children). It's really really not that long! But it is long enough. For as excited as I am for that... I'm just really enjoying this current season. May these next five (or whatnot) years, this season of singleness, continue to be a rich and full time of contentment. The future need not hurry at all... I'm content here. It's just so good. It's amazing. It's beautiful.
I like being 20. I'm old, yet young... I'm firmly established in my adulthood, if I can put it that way. I look at myself in the eyes of my younger self, and am silenced by the quiet dignity of it. 20 years old. There is dignity in living and breathing and existing on this earth. And there is a dignity in knowing that I'm not stuck feeling like anything different than what I am - a young adult. I love childhood, and part of childhood never leaves (or at least is not meant to). Yet in some ways, my childhood came to an early end, and I had about 7 years where the child Jamie had died, and the adult Jamie had not yet awakened and become established. Because the child Jamie wasn't meant to die yet, but we live in an imperfect world and these things happen sometimes. So I existed in that strange state for quite a while, hovering between childhood and adulthood. Three years ago, at age 17, I stepped towards my adulthood. And now, three years later, I am firmly established in it. I am capable. I am valuable. I am loved. I am powerful. I am beautiful. I am energetic. I am creative. I am forever filled with child-like vigor and joy. I am an ambassador and a daughter.
I am free.
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