I think the older I get the less I know. I swear when I was 16 I had it all figured out, well I least I thought I did. Maybe I should give myself more credit, I mean I do *know* things - I know how to make a mean batch of Chocolate chip, peanutbutter oatmeal cookies, how to smile while serving drinks during turbulence and as of recently I now know how to put 8 kids to bed with the help of a very wise 10 year old.
I know I can't go back in time, but I really wish I could impart some of the things I do know now to that 16 year old, or 8 year old or even that 22 year old. I would tell myself as an 8 year old to say thank you to my mom and dad way more. I love being a parent and I love watching my parents be grandparents. As child and up until you have your own kids you really can't understand the sacrifices that a parent makes for you. I'm not trying to boast myself up here. I'm learning how much my parents loved and love me because of how much I love Layla.
To the 16 year old I would just tell her to relax a bit. And say thank you to my mom and dad! To the 22 year old I would tell that the accumulation of things and of debt to buy those things is not what will make you satisfied. Serve, serve as much as you can. Pour your heart into serving people. Live a simpler life. Desire God and serve.
Even as my pastor spoke on Sunday about service it was such a reminder. Jesus came not to be served but to serve. As I spend the last 18 months of my 20's I really want them to marked by service and by learning how to serve.
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