The Day of My Birth.

I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting older (I am 25, you know) or if it's just the place I am at in life right now, but I have spent a lot of time reflecting on things the past week or so.

25. It seems so rounded. It seems so much older.

It is so much different than I ever expected it to be.

Earlier this week, I came across a question while preparing for my Sunday school lesson on Sunday that I, for the life of me, could not remember the answer. It was so profound to me- a "simple" question in the eyes of most believers, I'm sure, but one I could not seem to answer on my own. Naturally, I googled it. And the answer was right there in front of me, in a verse in Matthew. October marks fifteen years that I have known Christ as my personal Savior, but I know there is so. much. more.

I look at my life right now, the things I value, how I spend my time, how I balance my priorities and place a greater importance on some things above others. And some days I have to wonder...am I doing it right? Am I living intentionally? Am I doing what I was created to do? God knows I fail miserably (and I mean, miserably) from time to time, but am I on the right track? Am I making progress?

I look back to where I was a year ago, and I am happy and sad all at the same time. In some areas, I feel as if I have grown leaps and bounds, while in others it seems as if I have lost progress.

I'm thankful for the way in which God created us with the ability to remember. (Most days.) How in Scripture we are told to remember- stones of remembrance that serve as a testimony to God's mighty power in our lives. How He acted on our behalf. To share with our families. To share with the world.

Fifteen years and He's still not finished with me yet...