I am going to start off this birthday blog talking about myself....
When I was thirteen I went to a small Christian school that I had gone to since Kindergarten. I had a best friend, a boyfriend, and a whole lot of confidence. Our class was the oldest at the school, and the plan was to continue to add a grade so that our class could eventually graduate together. But towards the end of the year, the school decided not to offer an eighth grade. I felt like a little bird being kicked out of my warm, comfortable nest. My boyfriend broke up with me, my best friend started homeschooling with another girl that had been in our class, and my new life was planned out for me. My mom would be homeschooling me and my sister. Looking back it felt a lot like leaving a fun party, and being put in time out in a really quiet, non-exciting corner.
But you know what? I am so, so thankful.
The year I was fourteen, I volunteered two days a week at a local hospital. I learned how to quietly serve others.
The year I was fourteen, I decided that I really needed to make my youth group my social group. I became good friends with several kids that I still consider friends today. I even ended up marrying one of them.
The year I was fourteen, I started babysitting three or four, or even five times a week and working in the children's ministry at our church. I learned responsibility, started saving money, and discovered how much I really loved kids.
The year I was fourteen, I realized that I wasn't as important as I thought, but I also realized that I was more valuable than I had ever known, and I learned the difference between the two. Thinking you're important causes you to be selfish and prideful, understanding your value causes you to serve and love others.
When I look back at your 13th year, Hope, I can't help but compare it to mine.
You were at a small Christian school.
You were comfortable.
You had friends.
You had a lot of fun.
And now... it has ended. And not only are we taking you away from your school, but we are taking you away from the country that you have known as home since you were eight years old. And although we are moving back to the States, we are moving 12 hours from the closest Texas border. (Do you want to build a snowman?) I know a bit how you feel, but I also know that it is even harder that what I experienced. I recognize how hard this is, and I am hugely grateful and hugely proud of how brave you are being in this season. You might not see the incredible strength you have, but I see it.
In this next year of life, I am praying that God does for you what He did for me at your age.
I am praying that you find:
- A place to serve.
- A place to build forever friendships.
- A place to discover your passions and giftings.
- A place to understand your intrinsic value.
Have big faith in God, "Baby Hope". The toughest seasons often bring the most treasured gifts.
Stay strong, stay brave, and don't lose ALL your sass. ;)
Happy 14!!! It's going to be beautiful!
