well...it's my birthday.
i'm now 18. 18 is one of those "big" birthdays...i make the transition from kid to "adult" - whatever that means. let's see, what does it mean? i can vote, by cigarettes, and join the military. I guess that makes me an adult...maybe?! i'm still not sure.
As of right now, I don't feel any different. No more adult-like than i did yesterday. i suppose this feeling of being a grown up may come with time. to be honest, i just don't know.
there is a fabulous story by Sandra Cisneros called "Eleven" where a young girl talks about the events of her 11th birthday. This girl, Rachel, describes birthdays and age as being like nesting dolls, or layers of an onion - one on top of the other. Rachel states that when you are 11, you are also 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. Because even when you are 11, you still need to cry on your mom's lap, and that is the 3 year old part of you.
I guess in my case, I am now 18, but still 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. i think this idea illustrated in Cisneros' story is very true. I have my 3 year old moments, when I just need a good cry. there are times i have the snooty attitude of a 13 year old. But i also now possess the characteristics of an 18 year old.
At 18, I am preparing for college. I graduated from high school. I am learning to make my own decisions. I am learning how to be independent and take care of myself (not so much this morning - it was not me, but my mom that made me french toast for breakfast...but again, i am learning. *grin*).
All of this changing and growing and learning i find overwhelming. It is hard to take in every bit of it. However, i am thankful to have a God that carries me through all of this. That is by my side and is CONSTANT. And that is something to be very grateful for.
As I begin this new year of life, i also think of some "resolutions." i know, those are meant for New Year's, but, why not make a few now. ok, maybe not a few, maybe just one. I have been thinking so much lately about having an undivided heart and what that truly means. i think in many ways, it is having a life of worship. if i am in constant, pure worship of my Savior, my heart, by default, is focused on nothing else but Him. I want my life to be a reflection of His goodness to me over the past 18 years.
every day, whether the 18 year old in me is showing, or the 6 year old part of me is being seen, I want my life to bring glory and honor to the One that gave it to me. I think Sarah Reeves says it best in her song, "Sweet Sweet Sound"...
I am an instrument of the living God
My life a melody to His name
More than the songs I sing
Worship is everything
I live to glorify my King
Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Through all the mire and clay
You're washing me with grace
You carry me, oh Lord, through it all
So I will testify even in the fire
I live to praise my Savior
Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let everything that has breath
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
And all creation will sing Hallelujah
Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
My prayer, as I start this new year of life, is that every single day, my life will be a sweet, sweet sound to my Savior.