~3

As I near the beginning of a new quarter of life (that is, if I ever live to a hundred), I look back and thank God how far He's brought me. I sigh at my 16-year-old self that still manages to occasionally escape my 25-year-old shell, but I secretly do enjoy being that loud, rash, almost brash 18-year-old because even though she was ever sullied by wickedness, innocence remains; without a care for any opinion as she seized every moment (but oh the insecurity that hits upon reflection! Grah.). And hopefully, remains. And that sentimentality... Wander and wonder; but soul to the Lord it renders. And you -you're never gone. One step at a time.