I remember when I couldn’t wait to grow up.
I remember when I couldn’t wait to get older.
I remember when I thought I was the one with all the answers.
I remember when I believed the world could be defined as black and white.
I remember when I valued independence over inter-dependence.
I remember when I thought answers were more important than questions.
I remember when I pursued a life defined by morality rather than a life defined by grace.
I remember when I was young and assumed change was easy.
I remember when I thought that being a teacher was more important than being a learner.
I remember when I valued being an individual rather than being a unique piece of a community.
I remember when I made decisions based on my happiness at the cost of others.
I remember when I wanted to be famous because I was afraid of insignificance.
I remember when I considered doubt a weakness.
I remember when I thought faith was a “me” thing instead of a “we” thing.
I remember when I actually thought I had a spec of dust in my eye and my neighbor had a log in theirs.
I remember when I believed God was more concerned with the don’ts and not the do’s.
I remember when I wanted it loud because I was afraid of the quiet.
I remember when I wanted to flee the country for the city and now I want to flee the city for the country.
I remember when the ran after the new and forgot to celebrate the ancient traditions that had been passed on to me.
I remember when everything was either right or wrong with no room for different.
I remember when I allowed philosophies divide and destroy relationships.
I remember when I thought a monologue was more important than a dialogue.
I remember when I actually thought I had arrived…
And then I realized…I’m still in process.
