This is a guest post by Grace Mutanu.
I wish someone had told me how it felt like to be 21. I wish they told me of their experiences and struggles. The joy and sad moments that come with being this age. I wish someone had whispered that there’d be times I’d feel lost and confused and have my emotions all over the place. I wish a friend would have told me that when I hit 21 it was not automatic that I’d have my whole life figured out and that I shouldn’t expect things to always go my way.
Sometimes I wish I was 16 or 12 or at least 8, where life seems a lot simpler and the worries are less beyond the scale.
I wish someone had told me that life might hit me on the face and that being 21 is no license to misbehave. Had they told me all these, I somehow would have felt like my life would have taken a different direction and that my mistakes would be fewer – but then again I’m glad they didn’t because from it I’ve drawn life lessons. I know now what it means to be weak and in need of a savior. I know what it means to feel lonely and rejected but more than that I know what it means to be loved with no limits. I know what it means to be afraid but I also know what it means to run to my father’s arms for refuge.
I now know that it is in Him that I live, move and have my being. Its not out of my own strength. It’s not warnings or advice that keeps me sane but it is Jesus who does.
So I’m glad that they let me be. So glad that I was allowed to be like a child learning to take his first steps; to make my own choices and chat my own path, to understand what it is like to be 21 in a crazy in a fast moving world. But more than that, what it means to be a child in need of the Father’s love.
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