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When we're eleven, we can't wait to become a teenager, sure that our parents will give us a great deal more respect because of that word, neglecting to realize that most parents dread the teenage years more than a case of the shingles.
When you're fifteen we can't wait for that driver's license. It's not just enough to have the permit, we want to be free to rule that front seat and go anywhere we want at anytime we want. We want to be able to text and drive without our mother snatching the phone out of our hand and yelling at us to hit the break while simultaneously pumping her passenger floorboard as if that could actually stop the vehicle barreling toward the intersection.
When you're eighteen, we can't wait to get out of high school, out of the teenage years that are so very overrated and out of the house. Out on our own.
Every single one of those years we as young people look and wish them away. Want to be out in the big adult world. But more than anything we want control. We want power and freedom. It's part of our sin-filled nature to want more, want something better than what we already have.
And then we get there. And realize...wow...this was nothing like what we planned it would be. We actually have responsibilities and struggles...and things to figure out. And suddenly we realize, maybe our parents weren't such control freaks to keep those things away from us when they did.
Makes me very thankful for a Heavenly Parent that is always watching out for me. Has got this crazy thing called life already figured out for me, I just have to yield to His plan for my life. And we realize, all during our growing up years, we wanted control. But when we actually get there and can touch it, it's not anything like we planned...or bargained for.
And that's when God smiles, "Got any more plans to share?"