These Are a Few of My Favorite Things!

          Favorites. In reality, favorites actually do tell a lot about a person, but only if you ask the right questions. What’s your favorite color? Like that actually matters! (Okay, so it does sometimes, but only if you ask why, and I’m not talking about the why, just the answer.) I was just thinking about favorite Bible verses and books. My mom was talking to me about having a go-to Bible verse for when my anxiety kicks in. I have one. It’s helped me out for years, and with a large variety of problems. Psalm 48:14 “For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.” Ever since I found it I’ve been on the lookout for anything I like better. I don’t think anything will ever beat that.

          I know it’s probably not good to prefer one part of the Bible to the other because it’s all important. I do know, however, that John 3:16 should not be my focus anymore because I am a Christian. I should know it well, but it does me no good to meditate upon it. I will not grow. Okay, I’m going off topic by trying to define something. I must truly have a gift for irrelevancy.

          Back to the topic! My favorite book of the Bible at this point in time is Revelation. I love reading prophesies, mostly the ones that have yet to come. Revelation is packed with that. Other books include a lot of prophesy as well, but they aren’t the ones taught in Sunday school to little children, nor are they the ones I have read in full, yet. So, does that tell you even a bit about me? Oh, yeah. It should.

          Let’s do my favorite quote. “"It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear." That is from Jane Eyre. Of course, this just reminds me that God won’t give me anything that’s more than I can take. There’s a Bible verse about that. But this quote sums of my life philosophy: If God hands it to me, I’ll finish the job. How’s that for insight from a favorite?

          Okay, I really have no idea where I plan on going with this, and I have a six more pages of a paper to write tonight, and I have at most two hours. So, I guess that I’m just saying not to laugh when someone asks for your favorite something-or-other, or when they give that information to you. It could be more insightful than it seems at the time. Then again, it could be as meaningless as a favorite ice cream flavor. Of course, if you give me something that’s not green and green was an option, you had better cower in fear. J

          “Buddy the Elf, what’s your favorite color?” -Elf

Age and Maturity

          I simply abhor change. Actually, that is not exactly true. I do not at all like the stages in life that are inherently filled with change. Teenage years are notorious for this. It is a time where the pre-adult is supposed to be looking for themself. I understand that you mature and realize who you are isn’t as great as you used to think, but that doesn’t mean you have to try on a large amount of selves before deciding on the best fit! So, I may have fallen prey to this. However, I never compromised my values. I never created a self my parents would disapprove of. I only created one or two, and all I did was make my outfits a bit more eccentric. Yes. My versions of self only changed my clothing style. I never changed who I already was. I guess most people don’t tend to know who they are, mostly in their youth. I knew who I was, though. I may have not always appreciated it. Hey, I even resented it a little! But never did I change what truly made me me. As it is, I am still in those horrid “teenage” years. People expect so little of me. People expect me to morph into an adult, but I really don’t understand. I’ve never understood. Being an “adult” (I’m still in the mindset of my last post, sorry…) entails things that I believe I have been qualified to do since I was fourteen, and other things I doubt I could ever handle in a true adult manner.

          My friend, Bebo (the Hobo, yes) is a wonderful example of terrible change. Bebo doesn’t believe he is qualified to vote, no matter what it age is given on his license. I, in a great contrast, have felt ready since I was fourteen. Authority, no matter what the law says, does not come at an age, but at a proper mindset. I do know, however, that I would never trust the country in the hands of fourteen-year-olds! I just think that the season of change is too sudden, and too dependent on age. In this day and age, what is expected of “teenagers” is far too low, and the change that must take place in far too little an amount of time in those who could practically be deemed young children is a great fault of society. Mustn’t it be stopped? Will it be stopped?

          I was once advised when I took a survey of classmates on campus that I should avoid asking the younger people, like myself. I was told that they don’t know what they want. Of course, I ignored this and asked random selections, as to do otherwise would be a highly biased act. What I found backed the opinion. My questions seemed simple enough. I could answer in a heartbeat. Yet, the younger the person, the less readily words came from their mouths!

          How much I am saddened by how little my opinion is valued! I know what I believe and I know who I am. I am smart enough to not be wishy-washy in what I say is true or right. Is that not enough? The stereotype of who I am is not who I am, even if it is a general truth.

          I guess this leaves me at a loss.

          “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.” -1 Timothy 4:12