So you know how the joke is that old people are always “remember when”-ing and “back then”-ing and “those were the good old days”-ing? (Excuse my habit of making non-verbs into verbs. š) Well, I do that. I look back and wonder where the time’s gone and can’t believe how I’ve changed (in so many ways) and sometimes wish I could go back to those days.
And then I look ahead at this year. I’m going to turn fifteen. Join the youth. Have my first recital. Start driving. Possibly join the Agape Choir. Experience my second-to-last year of being a camper at Bible Memory Camp. Get into the double-digit grades of school (and Algebra 2 and biology; yuck!).
Look even further ahead, and there’s getting a job and finishing school and dating and marrying and moving and having children and-and who knows what else!
And I’m sitting here, teary-eyed, wanting to grow up but wanting to go back to being a little girl. Looking forward to the changes and new experiences but dreading them too.
Numerous things have changed already in my short lifespan. And I know a myriad more things will change! But you know one thing that won’t change?
Jesus.
Jesus will always be the same. He’ll never, ever, ever in a hundred googolplex* years, ever change. He’ll always be there, always loving, always providing, always working out everything according to His plan and will.
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.
Hebrews 13:8 (KJV)
*Googolplex is a real number! It’s, uh, 10 to the 10th to the 100th power, or something like that. Anyway, you get what I was saying. š (You did get it, right?)
