Time flies.
After what seems like a moment, you look up, and you're a senior in highschool.
Watching the seventh graders hug the walls of the hallways, trying not to get trampled, and you remember doing the exact same thing. Looking at your tenth grade journal and wondering why it seems like a different life. If the last seventeen years of my life have gone by so quickly, what will the next seventeen feel like? Does life slow down after highschool? College?
Is there a resting point somewhere? A halfway marker in the race, where someone stops you, gives you a gatorade and a pat on the back with an encouraging "Almost there!"?
Maybe not. But who says that means we all can just stop running to whatever end-of-the-race God's made for us?
Day by day, it's all we can do.
I feel like singing.
Weird, how I feel like singing some days despite whatever mood I'm in. I like to get in my car and sing at my steering wheel like I'm in front of a million people. Or maybe just one person. Sometimes I'll blast my speakers almost to death. And sometimes I'll just turn it off, roll my windows down, and let the wind sing to me. Is that stupid? Eh. I don't care.
I've had people actually call me and say "I just passed you, and you are JAMMING." to which I reply, "Of course."
Life, to me, is just a succession of songs. Sad ones, happy ones. The kinds you sing to yourself, and the kinds you want a microphone for. So sing every word of life like it's all you've been given.
Cause it is. We get one chance on this planet, before we get placed in wherever we'll spend eternity.
Me? I'm going to get a new, completely FINE body, and the best robe in the whole place. And I'll get to sing every. single. moment. With a voice better than anything anyone's ever heard. Me and my girls are gonna dance on the golden streets with complete abandon. That chillbump feeling I get when I seriously worship is going to be multiplied by infinity and it's gonna last for forever.
Sorry, I got off topic. As if I had a topic to begin with.
Tomorrow is my first full day of my senior year. I'm going to smile at everyone, forget my past, and sing it.
Oh, and I'm wearing a Christmas bow in my hair. Try to stop me.
Freely,
Anna
After what seems like a moment, you look up, and you're a senior in highschool.
Watching the seventh graders hug the walls of the hallways, trying not to get trampled, and you remember doing the exact same thing. Looking at your tenth grade journal and wondering why it seems like a different life. If the last seventeen years of my life have gone by so quickly, what will the next seventeen feel like? Does life slow down after highschool? College?
Is there a resting point somewhere? A halfway marker in the race, where someone stops you, gives you a gatorade and a pat on the back with an encouraging "Almost there!"?
Maybe not. But who says that means we all can just stop running to whatever end-of-the-race God's made for us?
Day by day, it's all we can do.
I feel like singing.
Weird, how I feel like singing some days despite whatever mood I'm in. I like to get in my car and sing at my steering wheel like I'm in front of a million people. Or maybe just one person. Sometimes I'll blast my speakers almost to death. And sometimes I'll just turn it off, roll my windows down, and let the wind sing to me. Is that stupid? Eh. I don't care.
I've had people actually call me and say "I just passed you, and you are JAMMING." to which I reply, "Of course."
Life, to me, is just a succession of songs. Sad ones, happy ones. The kinds you sing to yourself, and the kinds you want a microphone for. So sing every word of life like it's all you've been given.
Cause it is. We get one chance on this planet, before we get placed in wherever we'll spend eternity.
Me? I'm going to get a new, completely FINE body, and the best robe in the whole place. And I'll get to sing every. single. moment. With a voice better than anything anyone's ever heard. Me and my girls are gonna dance on the golden streets with complete abandon. That chillbump feeling I get when I seriously worship is going to be multiplied by infinity and it's gonna last for forever.
Sorry, I got off topic. As if I had a topic to begin with.
Tomorrow is my first full day of my senior year. I'm going to smile at everyone, forget my past, and sing it.
Oh, and I'm wearing a Christmas bow in my hair. Try to stop me.
Freely,
Anna
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