Thanksgiving
This is my first year out on my own. It is silly to me that the things that i worried about the most werent how i would pay my bills and if i would have enough to eat--it was who i would spend the holidays with. Shows how much of a people person i am.
Interestingly enough, i seem to always forget just how big my God is. Even the silliest of desires and heartache he hears and knows. The silly worries of who i will spend thanksgiving and christmas with. But it shows that my God is a personal God, doesnt it? Because if he was distant and uncaring, why would it matter to him if i was worried about the holidays, because there are many more important things in the world than that. I find it awesome and fascinating that while still focusing on everything that is going on in the world, he finds time to love me.
So today i am spending the holiday at my very good friends house with people ive know for a year or two and people who are new to me and people who are becoming the closest of friends.
For some reason though, i am sad. And i must say i think it is that i envy families who would joyfully travel hundreds of miles to spend time with their families on this holiday and not because they have to by duty but because they love them and want to. At some point i will stop sulking about it and get over it. I guess i am remembering that the bible talks about us honoring our mothers and fathers and i find myself so often not. I am trying to figure out what that looks like when i dont want to talk to them or be around them. I think maybe this is good that i am not spending thanksgiving with the family. Maybe purely for the fact that i havent spent enough time "out on my own" yet and i would still be treated like the youngest who doesnt know anything and cant survive on my own. Maybe i am trying to prove something but it occurs to me that everytime i get in the place of trying to prove something, it always backfires.
