I want to be real. I don’t want to put on a fake mask. We all have down days and that is okay, at this moment I am frustrated and stressed. I'm fine, but I want to share my heart with you. I realize I am saying "Adulting" is hard and I am single and do not have children, so this title may frustrate people. But let’s be real, everybody struggles no matter what phase of life they are in and that is okay. Let’s not judge each other or even compare. My struggles are just that, my struggles, and your struggles are your struggles. God has given each of us a story and he works in our good days and our bad days. I acknowledge and realize that other people have different and more challenging situations. So lets drop the masks, and be real with one another.
I hate being an adult sometimes. Lately I have seen my friends go through some losses and I have just been trudging through the fun life that is adulthood. I cannot help but remember that when I was a kid I could not wait to grow up. I wanted to be able to stay up late and play games with my friends and family. I wanted to be able to go to bed whenever I wanted. I wanted to watch whatever I wanted on TV, listen to whatever music I wanted to and do whatever I wanted. It was going to be so fun! When I was in Junior High and High school I could not wait for those freedoms. I was going to get married young and have lots of babies. I was going to go to Africa and build an orphanage. Then I went to college. I went to Romania.Yet, even when I was in college I wanted so badly to graduate and build my career. I was going to be independent and do anything I wanted.
Then I did. I grew up. I lived on my own. I had/have a big girl job. However, sometimes, I want so badly to go back to Kindergarten where all I had to worry about was the Letter of the week, what was for snack, learn how to tie my show, count to 100, and coloring in the lines. I want to go back to Junior high (I might be crazy for saying this) where my biggest worry was whether or not that boy liked me or whether or not my friends liked me that week. Then in High school my biggest worries were grades, swim team, still boys (I'm shaking my head as I write this), and what College I was going to go to. Then in college I had all this time with friends and a great opportunities.
I'm not going to lie to you. I had a lot of loss in my life through these years, so the those weren’t really the only things I was concerned with. I have always had anxiety so I was stressed and worried. It seems now, that I would love to tell my younger self "Enjoy where you are. Don’t worry about the small stuff. It does not matter. Enjoy how pretty much everything is provided for you. Your mom cooks your food. You never go hungry. You have a bed. You have two parents who love you and love each other. You have a house. You have friends and a huge extended family. You have tons of people who love and care about you. God will never fail you. He is always there for you. Don’t rush. Being an adult is so overrated. You become responsible for figuring out where the next meal will come from and putting a roof over your head and providing a bed for yourself. It is overrated. Think about all your blessings."
As I was talking to friends the other night, we discussed that Jesus is truly the only thing that matters. Whether I know Jesus, whether they know Jesus, whether my other friends and family know Jesus. I think maybe someday I will look back on this time and what I was stressing about and I'll want to tell my 29 year old self "You have it so easy.... " So, I am going to focus on my blessings. I have never gone hungry, I have a roof over my head, two parents who love me and love each other. I have a sister and extended family members that love and support me. The sun was shining and today was beautiful. I have a job. I have a car. I have friends that know me and love me despite my flaws. Wouldn't you know, just like that, my stress and frustrations seem small. There are single moms and dads who are not sure how they will feed their children or if there children will come home tonight. There are people battling through cancer and other illnesses. There are people fighting through severe mental illnesses and a lot of people who just lost everything in a hurricane. There are people who don’t know where there next meal will come from. There are people in war torn countries that have know clue if they or their family will live to see tomorrow, and I just take all I have for granted.
What if we lived like we believe Jesus is all that truly matters? I don’t know if I have tomorrow or if you have tomorrow. What if we all really lived like that? We talk about it a lot. We say we need to live like there is no tomorrow. But what if we all really lived our lives like today might be the last? I bet we would love deeper. I bet we would not worry about the small things and trust God more. Everything we have on this earth is God’s anyway right? It’s not ours. We are not promised tomorrow. We don’t know what will happen. Our houses could burn down. Our country could become war torn. Or we could get another day and live it to serve God fully. I am convinced that I need to quit worrying about every little detail of my life because God knows what is going to happen. He knows how many hairs are on my head, if I will get married, and if I will have kids. He loves and cares so deeply for me.
So here is my challenge to myself and to you! Let’s live like we don’t know what will happen tomorrow! Let’s trust God with everything we have! It’s not ours anyway. Let’s count our blessings. Tell the people you love that you love and appreciate them. Be content in your current situation in life because it can and will change. Don’t take the important things for granted. Remember the only thing that really matters is Jesus!
This Blog Post has been adapted from Emily Zimmerman's Blog, https://justemilyz.wordpress.com. Emily is a Social Worker in Danville, Illinois. She is passionate about women being real, vulnerable and willing to share their story for in order to point others to Christ. Emily is part of the SMM, Sister's Mentoring With a Mission planning team.