parentally advised content

I am 21 years old. Which means technically — aka legally — I am an adult and I can make my own decisions and all that fun stuff...(actually, I don't really know what being 21 means in terms of legal privileges...shoot. #hopefullyfuturelawyerfail)

But today, when my parents stopped by to drop off some things and my mom kept worrying over me and asking about everything and etc etc, I realized once again how much I depend on my parents, how much comfort I get from them, and how much I need someone to just take care of me & not expect anything of me every once in a while.

Here in college land, as I see my fellow senior friends rushing to OCR info sessions and working at various jobs to "bring home the bacon" and managing classes with extra-curriculars and serving and some semblance of a social life, I can't help but think - wow. We are really preparing for the real world now, huh? Wow. We are all so on top of everything, with so many responsibilities to uphold and opportunities to pursue. We are all slowly becoming independent adults (though we are still enclosed in this safe college bubble most of the time) and there is no turning back.

And then all of a sudden, my parents show up and I am just a kid. I'm only 21 years old. I don't know anything, I don't know how to do anything, I can't sustain myself as well as I would like to. And whereas when I was younger, I would have disliked that feeling, that feeling of being looked upon as immature and unable to fend for myself, today I really welcomed it. Only two weeks into school and already I am in need of my parents, oh dear. Sad, but true.

But not only do I have my earthly parents, who would do everything (in their limited human power) to make sure I am happy and healthy, I also have a heavenly Father, who did do and daily does everything (in His infinite and awesome power) to give me joy and life. So why should I feel helpless? I have the greatest support system and source of strength possible.

So while I began this morning with a sense of exhaustion and anxiety, I am comforted this afternoon by my parents' brief but blessing visit and this reminder of God's grace. PTL!

Back to running this marathon called life!