Age of Responsibility

It hit me today.

It was a crazy realization to me today, that this stage of my life is when I have the least amount of responsibility that I will ever have.

This is the age that I’m not tied down to anyone. This is the age where I can enjoy still having mom cook my meals and clean the house. This is the age that I don’t worry about personal bills or living situations. This is the age where I don’t need to tend to my husband or children. I can focus on me and becoming the woman of God I desperately want to become.

I had a conversation with a certain someone a few days ago (and it went oh so well!). He told me that from what he has seen of me, I am a Proverbs 31 woman. If you have never read Proverbs 31, please go read it now. That was very possibly the nicest compliment I have ever received. The Proverbs 31 woman is the epitome of what every woman should be. Some may feel otherwise, but for me, that’s what I have always desired to become.

The thought that hit me this morning, was a realization that I need to just stop moving so fast, and enjoy every moment – even the moments that aren’t so enjoyable.

Someday, I’ll be married and have my young children surrounding me. I may be tempted to wish they were older and not so needy. One day though, I’ll wake up to an empty nest and miss the days when they were toddlers. I don’t want to let life pass me by. Someday, I’ll look back and wish I enjoyed this dating season and getting to know a man who could possibly be my future husband. I don’t want to miss these moments because I’m rushing to get to the next stage.

One day, there won’t be a next stage to get to. What then?

I’m vowing to do my best to live in the present and enjoy each and every moment. I hope you’ll enjoy the ride with me.

Happy weekend, reader!


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