I’m tellin’ ya, 25 is somethin’ else so far. A real slap in the face. Not a knee-slapper. Oh, how I wish it were. I wouldn’t quite call it a quarter-of-a-century crisis, but I’m feeling pretty reflective and panicky, trying to figure out where my dreams and I fit and where we’re headed. Ever feel that way? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel old. I’m not getting all I-wish-I-were-still-in-college-ey. And while I have bad days, I don't have a bad life - not even close. I'd just like some neon, flashing signs.
I'd like one burning bush, please - extra flame.
I know, I know. If I knew it all and had a crystal ball, I wouldn't have to trust Him. It's called faith. I get it. But Moses got a burning bush, so why not me?
Anyway, here are a few pictures from my birthday weekend. Enjoy!
Or don't. That's your prerogative. ;)
(Ever look at a picture of yourself and think, Is that REALLY what I look like?)
^^^ He really, really gets me.
Winona Lake, you won me over.
My dear friend's dad is an owner of the most beautiful little lakeside restaurant. So dreamy. Go there if you ever find your way up (or over, or down) to Winona Lake. It's called Cerulean. Like the crayon color.
If I had an extra $300 (and a house), I'd buy these two lovelies and give 'em a scrub.
I've never been a big lake person, but Kyle is. And I think he's finally convinced me to buy into his dream of owning a lake cottage. Someday. Maybe. I think.
^^^ No editing because this sunset just doesn't need it.
Ahhhhh... I LOVE Midwest sunsets.
Homemade birthday cakes from Momma are better than DQ ice cream cakes.
This one is lemon blueberry.
Everyone else cries over their birthday cakes too, right?
P.s. Don't hate on the blurry pics. The hubs is trying, ok?
While I don't have life figured out at 25 (who does?), I've learned a thing or two about it. And the learning along the way makes the waiting worth it. As a senior in high school, I thought if I heard one more person quote Jeremiah 29:11, I'd drop-kick them. I get it! He knows the plans He has for me! And they're for good! But I don't know them. Why don't *I* know them?! RIDDLE ME THAT!
They meant well, but the words sounded cliché and I was tired of hearing them. Still am, sometimes. Too often, while well-intentioned, the people quoting Jeremiah 29:11 are misusing it. (Talking about myself here, too.) We read it and think we'll get whatever it is we want to receive, on our timetable. We read it like it's the best, simplest answer to times of transition. Like life is one giant Lisa Frank sticker.
Here's the truth. In chapter 28 of Jeremiah, Hananiah makes like a politician and promises that Israel will be restored in two years. Everything will be better! All those thousands of people living in exile will be home! Rainbows and puppies! Jeremiah knew this was one big, empty promise - one from man, not from God. And he calls Hananiah out on it.
Jeremiah corrects Hananiah's claims with a letter to Babylon, letting them know that the hard times aren't over. They have 70 years left in exile. Truth is, they may never see the other side. This verse that now covers coffee mugs and journals was originally met with disappointment from God's people, who had already suffered enough. The words weren't easy to hear, but God's promise was clear. He would restore His people, just not in the way they might want Him to.
These words are still hard to hear. It's a reminder that my life isn't really mine at all. A reminder to relinquish control, because I don't have it anyway. While 25 isn't much different from 24, I'm learning to go to the Lord with my predicaments in a way I never have before, and not just wait for a burning bush. It's time to ask. To seek. To listen.