Today I had a very good day, the mail man brought me a gift. After opening this gift I was in a very very good mood. I walked right into a little conflict going on in my house. I started talking and I was smiling the whole time, then I would stop smiling, then my smile came back. Then I was chill, then I was beaming, then I started giggling. Then I tried to say something oh so very deep, but I started smiling all over again. My sister was fed up with this-she snapped a bit at me and said:
*glare* “Grace, you are in too much of a happy mood to talk.”
I have always dreamed of being a dancer. But I know I never really will be. This doesn’t stop me from dancing on my own. But oh how I wish I could express myself though this art form. Its so beautiful.
This is a very interesting dance that I may have posted before. But I just can’t get over it.
I am 18-years-old.
I am a adult in the world’s eyes. All grown up, yet I feel so young and immature like I am not worthy of the age bestowed upon me on the 26th of February. I haven’t been to very many places. I haven’t seen very many things. I don’t know a plethora of fancy words-in fact plethora is about as fancy as I get.
I will always be a child in many ways. I hope that I always look at the world as one big small town where everyone has only kind things to say and smiles to give away. I hope I always love to play in the mud. I hope I never stop running outside as soon as I smell the rain. I hope putting on shoes never becomes a habit, and my feet always stay callused. I want to have tea parties in fancy dresses till I am 98. I never want to stop dreaming-they say that dreams are only for the young. I don’t believe that. I never want to stop laughing at myself. I don’t want to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. And I don’t ever want to forget how much grace I have been shown by Christ my savior.
I have strong beliefs that I would follow to the death-beliefs that I will carry with me to the grave. I know my limits. I have learned the rules the world plays by-I know that I don’t like them-I know I am not interested in playing along. I know what I want to look for in this life. I want to enjoy all the little things that God sends my way. I believe that everything that happens is for my good. I know that the world is a scary place full of evil. And I know that God is a huge God who covers and protects me with his love. I know that death is not something to be afraid of.
They say that those with the most birthdays live the longest. Each year will bring me to a new place in my life. There will always be a new adventure waiting for me to take. I pray that God give me the grace for each new adventure. And it won’t be every year that God gives me the adventure that I hope and pray for.
Forever. I want to be a young spirit, with an old soul.
Still here. By John Mark Nelson. I just. I can’t stop listening to this. I want the CD.