On Growing Up

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to grow up, I don't want to be mature, and I really don't want things to change anymore. I'm tired of things changing, so from now on, they're not allowed to. Things are just going to have to stay the same, and if Things have an issue with that, Things can suck it up!

No, I do want to grow up, to evolve, to become a new creation. But lately I'm kind of feeling like I don't know how. Like, I'm not ready to or I'm going to mess it up. How is anyone ever actially ready to grow up? Who decides that anyway? I don't know. I don't understand, and maybe this time that's okay? I mean, I'm used to not getting math, or bio, or chemistry or whatever, but life? I've always been pretty good at getting life. I sort of wish life had an answer key, because that would make it so much easier to understand.

Ecclesiastes 3 states: 'There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. God has made everything beautiful in it's time.'

Maybe growing up isn't something you can sort out or plan, maybe growing up just happens. In it's own time. Maybe my life doesn't have to be laid out step by step. Maybe I just have to be patient.

I never was good at patience.