every once in a while i pull out my old journals. i like to read the thoughts and prayers of my simple self and my very dramatic accounts of life then. and usually something catches my eye and it becomes so clear to me how God has been preparing me for the present. he has been shaping my foolish, girlish, childish heart. dumbfounded, i am simply thankful that he is the planner, that i didn't fall in love with and marry that boy from my 9th grade biology class, that i didn't move to france right out of highschool, and that i didn't follow in that particular person's footsteps like i wanted.
i am really thankful.
probably in a few years (or months), i'll look back on my journals from now and think how very young and overly dramatic i was.
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