It's strange how growing up changes everything. The problems that once seemed overwhelming in childhood feel so trivial now. That heavy backpack we used to struggle with? It’s nothing compared to the weight of burdens we carry with age. The photos we used to hate—now, they aren’t so bad after all. In fact, we learn to embrace every flaw and insecurity and begin to see beauty in the person staring back in the mirror. Those failing grades we once feared? They were just small bumps in a world full of much bigger disappointments. Because life doesn’t just stop at one failure; it throws setback after setback. And those people we used to admire? They’re just as ordinary as we are. It was our fascination that made them seem extraordinary.
Life becomes heavier and messier as we watch the world change in the blink of an eye. Yet, amidst all the chaos and confusion, a thought quietly settles in: we were given a chance to experience this fragile, beautiful mess. To feel every emotion deeply. To taste ice cream melting on a warm day. To smell the sweetness of flowers. To dance to a favorite song. To look up at the night sky in awe, wish on distant stars, and marvel at the fullness of the moon. To hear birds sing their morning hymns. To feel the cool breeze brush past our skin. And then to realize that Someone out there crafted every tiny, intricate detail.
Yes, it’s painful to live through brokenness—to endure fears, see anger flare up, feel the weight of responsibilities, and hope that someday everything will fall into place. But sometimes, things don’t change. Maybe they never will. So instead of praying for my home to change, I ask God to change me. It feels like a desperate, almost hopeless plea—because everything just keeps getting harder.
So you stop placing your hope in people and circumstances. You start putting your trust in the One who knows every moment of your past, is present in your struggle, and holds the future in His hands. Because one day, you’ll finally see Him face to face, embrace Him tightly, and find yourself in His presence—forever.
A good Father in heaven, who makes sense of it all. How I wish You were just living next door, so I could run to You whenever I’m weary and running out of hope.
