How To Be Mature

How to be mature

I’m afraid I have reached the point in my life where writing a post on how to be mature is necessary.

I’ve seen the signs. The creative muses have cried out to me.

No, they’ve said, don’t write one more joke until you’ve spread this message of maturity. The world needs your help, Rebekah.

So here I am.

I’m Shy (?)

I was at a young ladies’ Bible study last night. I lead worship for them. And one of the leaders was going around with a clipboard, asking the girls one-on-one about prayer requests.

I had nothing to do but listen. However, I tried my best not to, until I heard the leader tell a pretty blonde girl, “well coming to this study will help you a lot with that.” She smiled and patted the girl on the back, which made her shift even more awkwardly in her chair.

The girls were also paired up and given flash cards so they could get to know one another and write each other’s prayer requests on the cards to take home with them.

The blonde girl’s partner pipped up loudly, “yeah, I used to be shy too. Believe it or not!”

Even I couldn’t believe it. There were only two things I knew about that girl, she was sporty and always voiced her opinions.

The blonde showed a hint of skepticism too.

Alarm Clocks – The Struggle

The alarm rings, whatever the sound is. Maybe it buzzes like a bird deranged. Maybe it’s a calm beep-boop tune. Maybe it’s the radio.

Whatever the case, you have two choices; hit snooze, or roll over and ignore it.

Let’s be honest. Actually getting out of bed is not one of the choices you’re considering.

Somehow, the bed that felt like a plank before has morphed into a fluffy marshmallow, sinking you into comfort and soft wonderful dreams. The light streaming into your window that was unceasing last night in your struggle for Zzz’s is now so easily shut out by a blanket over your face.

You’re going to stretch soon and attempt to wake up, you tell yourself. You’ll go to the kitchen and brew some coffee. You’re going to go take a shower and soon you’ll be wide awake.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I don’t know when it truly hit me. But I feel like I was staring at a wall somewhere when the thought finally occurred.

I’m busy.

I never considered myself as busy. Whenever I heard people say, “I’m too busy” or “I never have the time,” I always thought it was the lamest excuse, and the most transparent one that simply meant, “Netflix takes higher priority.”

I still think it’s a lame excuse. I think if you truly put effort, you will find the time. You just don’t want to.

I’ve always thought, “there are enough hours in the day. Just sleep less.” Easier said than done.

Suddenly, all my thoughts and skeptical sayings have caught up with me, and I am now living it. The good thing is caffeine replaces sleep, right?

Here I Be

So I’ve fallen off the face of the world in my blog universe (I’m not sure that metaphor truly makes sense, but we’ll move on).

And boy. Do I have some really good excuses for you. But we’ll skip that.

Taking that week off was full of torture and guilt and felt like an eternity of not blogging. However, during my time of solitary and laptop fasting (which is a great way to get closer to the Lord, I might add), I had the opportunity to meditate on things.

I’m sure you don’t care to read for hours on my thoughts about my poor eating schedule that relies solely on goldfish crackers and applesauce, my nonexistent workout routine, or the fact that it’s finally dawned on me that I can’t possibly do ALL my favorite hobbies in the same day, so I’ll skip ahead to the thoughts on this blog.

Doing The Right Thing – Now

Sunday night, my friends and I had a huge deep discussion on life, loving ourselves, and God’s plan. It was around frozen yogurt and at a mini kid’s table where the chairs are six inches off the ground and our knees are up at our stomachs. Thinking back, I guess we looked ridiculous. But we had good talks.

One of the main ones was “I wish I knew what God’s plan was for me. It’d be so much easier.”

Sure, it could be easier to have our whole life mapped out for us on a calendar, but in my opinion, how fun would that be? I think the truth is that we want gold stars. We want God to send down little trinkets, signs, or presents to signify that we’re doing the right thing. That He’s pleased with us, etc.

And He does. If you don’t think so, you’re being lazy in looking for His blessings. That’s not my point for this post though.

We want to know what God’s plan is for us. We want to know what He’d have us do, here and now, so we don’t mess up, so He’s pleased with us, and so forth.

Here’s the trick to that.