I am sorry I have been behind on posting anything new for a month or so. In the past few weeks, I have went to visit family in South Carolina and then in Florida. Then my sister, Maria and I, moved from North Carolina to Albany, Georgia. And now I am currently in the proccess of finding a job and getting sittuated in the new area.
Although my life has been busy, I have taken the time to reflect on some things that I have come to both learn and realize in the past months of living on my own.
Seeing as I had never lived on my own, it was very different for me. I spent almost twenty-four years living with my parents.
I had always wondered at the thought of what it would be like to live in a place of my own where I had no one to answer to, no parents to nag me of the things I needed to get accomplished or things I needed to finish; a place to just fully relax and completely be...me. I quickly came to the relization that it was a lot harder than I had expected.
Sure I enjoyed coming and going as I pleased, spending money buying the food and things that I desired, staying up as late as I wanted, sleeping in as long as I wanted and having friends stay over.
But after a while I grew very lonely and I would bet bored very easily.
In the past I would come home after a long day of work, sit on the couch, and rattle off about everything that was in my head about the day to my mom. She would listen intently and I enjoyed talking to her because it was my way of venting.
It didn't take me long to start missing those long talks. I also began to realize there were a lot of things I had taken for granted. Things that I didn't use to have to do on a regular basis because I had relied on mama to take care of them for me. Of course I would ocasionally thank her on a special holiday, such as Mother's Day. But I had never quite understood all the hard, loving work she had done for me.
Another thing I came to realize was how much my parents love and care for me.
Sure I had friends in North Carolina. We hung out and had a lot of fun together. But I began to notice that no one I hung out with or talked to or spent time with, loved me the way my mama and daddy does. No one has sacrificed as much for me, or listened to me with as much of their heart, or taken as much time, or has prayed as many prayers for me, or taught me more about God and the Bible, or have been a better example to and for me than any other person on the earth.
I have tried praying and searching all over for a true, godly friend. The Lord has shown me that, yes I will have friends through life, but no one can ever be a better friend to me than the ones God has placed in my life. I know it is not a popular thing in todays world, to call your parents your best friend. But I have to say that besides Jesus, I do not have any greater friends than my mama and daddy!
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Reason for Reflecting