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This year has been a learning/growing season over here in little
j land. Some of it, like the anticipation and disappointment of the Sweden
year, has been here for you guys to read and walk through with me. I SO appreciate
all the sweet comments, the prayers, the encouraging postcards, and
hugs. Some of it, like my struggle to find my career/purpose, has
been too personal, too full of anxiety to write about on the internet.
But, one thing I’ve been working through recently is my tendency
to compare myself to other people and use their actions as a compass for my
life.
Really, I use Christians, not Christ, as my model for
living. And really, isn’t it so much easier? They’re right here, going to the
same church as I’m going to, writing blogs that are similar to mine, or giving
their money to the same types of things I do.
And then I think, what could Jesus know about my life? How could he know
what it feels like to be a 22 year old girl who sometimes tries too hard to be
hipster, who loves reading vampire books, and doesn’t know what she wants to do
with her life?
But as I’ve let other people define the way I write, date,
work, and play, I start confusing other people’s values with my own. I start
following these all these other rules and getting weighed down by pressure that
doesn’t come from Jesus, but from myself.
Maybe this is just a getting older/maturing thing, but
recently I’ve been stepping back to reevaluate all these self-imposed pressures
and deciding what I really believe. I’ve
been looking less at other believers, but looking towards Christ for approval,
love, and acceptance. Really, he DOES
know what it’s like to be that girl, because he MADE her. Every emotion and
every circumstance that made her the person that she is was created by him. And
when I reject all that outside pressure, I feel so free! I’m free to be the
person that God created ME to be, not the person my bible study leader, boss,
or close friend is becoming.
Although I’m still impatient to see who little j is going to
be.
This new found freedom is pretty sweet AND makes me think
that maybe becoming a grown-up isn’t so horrible after all.
p.s. i want to write a post about the hunger games. is it way too behind the times for me to post my opinions about those books? i wanna stay hip and all that.