25.

Yesterday I turned the big 2-5. Thats right, a quarter of a century old.

Weird.

Can I be honest? I felt a little nostalgic. Twenty-five and still clueless.

My thoughts yesterday went something like this:
"where am i going in life- what do i want to be when I grow up-
crud, i am suppose to be grown up-dang, i am going to die before i figure this out-
man, i am a quarter of the way to 100- should i go back to school-will i find a job here-
my back hurts -am i having a hot flash- oh phew, the thermostat says its 90 degrees in here, its not just me-we have to move in three year -i need a job-i feel old-should we have a baby
-babies cry- i still have leftover birthday cake, sweet-ugh, i feel fat-
am i really 25"

Matthew 6:25
For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink..."Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to to his life?

oh 25, please be a year of clarity