I’m eighteen! 18. Ten and eight. Fourscore and negative 62 years old. In three years I can legally buy drugs! (I’ve been getting a kick out of telling that to everyone I know. Lame, I know.)
So with great power comes great responsibility. (Great Spiderman quote.) And now that I’m 18, and one of the oldest teens in the youth group, I’ve got to set a good example. Oh…great. Like being the oldest in a family of four isn’t enough. Like being the oldest in almost every group setting I’ve ever been in (except this one!) isn’t demanding enough. Now I have to set the example for my PEERS. Gah! Can I be loved so? Can I be respected that much, that the younger generation, and the people who might admire me, would actually take an example from ME? I thought I was the impressionable, insecure kid! Guess not as much as I thought.
So God, grant me Grace to live up to my age. Please Lord, any help would be wonderful, and of course I can’t do anything without your Grace in the first place. Help me to triumph over this obstacle, which I’ve been given, and which, with your Love, I can overcome.
I’m 99 for a moment…
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