we/fall/down

sometimes, we can forget who we are.

i found my parting gift from ACF and popped it in tonight on a whim. although undergrad was a mere two years prior, it feels like an eternity ago. how quickly have i forgotten what i learned at ACF, losing track of the love that surrounded us there.

i always did regret my time at western, in that i never gave ACF my all. i always held back, socially, spiritually; my commitment was not there, nor was my undivided heart. my friends were amazing, and the fellowship was an inspiration and community that i cannot describe adequately in words. if i could go back and do it all over again, i would embrace ACF much, much more.

but God always gives us second chances. and the lessons learned in my past will not go unheeded.

the hardest part isn't not knowing what's next.

it's knowing full well what you are capable of, and holding yourself to those expectations and responsibilities. to not run away from who you know you are, or what God has in store for you, and especially who you know you could be. even if that means working harder, or sacrificing, or committing to things that you would rather not commit to because that might make your responsibilities that much more tangible.

growing up is such a strange phrase. i mean, we're in our mid twenties and most of us have full-time jobs already. we're grown ups. but at the same time, we still have so much more to learn -- hell, i plan on growing up until the day i kick the bucket. we'll never stop growing as people.

but some steps are bigger than others. but you gotta take one, before you can take the next -- regardless of how scary those steps may seem.