I promised myself that when I moved out, I would start doing things differently. It’s been a week–though it feels like it’s been much longer–and it’s time to start doing things that I promised myself.
- I have a novel rolling around in my head that needs to be written.
- I have articles rolling around in my head that need to be put on paper and sent.
- I have a relationship that I’ve neglected that needs cultivation.
There is more to life than what I have been experiencing for the past few years. I am aware of this every waking moment of every day. Today is the day that I am commiting–to myself, to my future husband, to my future children–to start living.
To whom much is given, much is required. I’ve known that my whole life, and for my whole life, I’ve had excuse after excuse about why I’ve not lived up to my end of the bargain. My greatest fear in life is meeting Jesus in heaven and having Him question me on why I wasted so much of my life pursuing things that did not matter to Him. My greatest fear is that when I die, not one person will remember on thing that I did to impact their lives. Yes, I know my friends and family will remember. But I want to make an impact on as many people as I can. I want people to notice that there is something different about me. Not something that I can take credit for, but something that is noticeably different.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. The rest is still unwritten.
Deneen White 