Youthful ignorance

I laugh at myself. Not a frequent occurrence, as the oldest I find self criticism to be as painful as walking on hot, black asphalt.

But I do laugh at myself. Because in love, everything I wanted, I have. And everything I have in love, I wanted.

Except we are so darn young. We are practically babies. I cannot pass up certain aspects of youth while also maintaining the directional forces of being in a serious relationship. Serious relationship. What kind of pre-pre-engagement crap is that? I want to be wild and young. Bitterly free. Yet I feel a sort of tug at my being. Like I should build a nest. Or review some housewife traits so as to draw him in. Reader, you may laugh with me. Laugh because we are so young to be tied down. Laugh because we need to learn that we are tied to something that can fly with us.

"Wait for me my love

wait till we can lie

wrapped within each other

then you will be my lover"

Simple truths

We are 19 and silly

what do we know of faith?

Of the world?

Who are we to judge members of society?

What have we done to give us such a sense of entitlement to say who is wrong or who is right.

How can I raise my eyebrow at someone who may drink on the weekends?

Or who lies intertwined with her boyfriend?

Created in Him

and yet so broken.

It seems foolish to think that our opinions of our surroundings are well deserved. Harshness and competition steer our minds to those who do things we seemingly do not approve.

We excuse our own actions. "It was a safe environment" "I love him, and its not actually sex" "I tried it just to try it"

We are not the answer. The world does not rotate around us. The Bible was not writen specificly to me. It was not a letter addressed to my soul. It is more like the road map you buy at the gas station. To get from here to there I need my map. Knowing my navigation skills... I definitely need the map. But because the map is old and it is not a magical harry-potter map- it does not show construction, downed power-lines, or traffic jams along the way. However it does show me the direction to start going in. The map does not show who is ahead of whom, or where to cut someone else off. It shows me which way to turn.

19 and silly. Who are we to judge the travels of another soul. Where do we get off measuring them the ruler of our own faith?