A Year Ago

Funny,

how life works out.

If you had told me

a year ago

that all of

THIS

would happen to me,

I would have sworn you were

insane.

My whole life has changed.

Who I am has changed.

A YEAR AGO:

I had long hair, and still dyed it dark.

I was talking to that boy and he said he wanted to marry me some day (HA!).

I was working as a nanny and hating it.

I was still at Crestview.

I had heard Celebration was a cult and to avoid it at all costs. :) hahaha

I was wishing I was leaving.

I hadn't yet lost my high school friends.

My vision for my future looked very different.

I still had braces

I had a crappy, broken flip-phone.

I didn't have a blog.

I hadn't fallen in love with worship music.

I didn't know what love was - I just thought I did.

I didn't appreciate my Bible as being ALIVE and as being a source of LIFE.

I had never been on a mission trip.

The word "serve" scared me.

I was pretty sure I would NEVER talk to a homeless person.

I hadn't discovered that it was VITAMIN C I was allergic to.

I was only vaguely away of what prayer was and completely blind to the POWER behind it.

Purple and yellow weren't my favorite colors yet.

I had never heard of 'Toms Shoes'.

I didn't know I wrote prose; I had already made up my own name for that kind of writing.

Bucket lists weren't all that important.

I had never been in a cemetery.

I had never been bitten by an amphibian that weighs less than half an ounce and can't hurt me (yet I jump every time anyway).

I had never been to Austin - the downtown fun part.

I had never been anywhere and thought "There are no adults here" only to realize MY FRIENDS AND I *ARE* ADULTS.

I had never been skydiving.

I hadn't met the most distracting person in creation.

I couldn't see how immature I was.

Seeking God's face - and enjoying it - was a new concept.

I had never signed up to help in a church on a regular basis because I wanted to.

I hadn't experienced full healing and restoration.

I didn't know what sacrifice was.

I didn't have a clue what real surrender was.

I had never literally screamed at God.

I didn't know it was possible to dream of the same face every night for months.

I had never written on my mirror.

I didn't understand what the body of Christ was supposed to be.