|Me, in the turbulent years|
In my late teens and early 20’s, I was a passionate and impetuous lost soul. I seriously had no clue. I blamed certain people for my lack of direction, and occasional bad behavior, and thought I had good reasons to do so. I read magazines with lots of quizzes in them and answered each question sincerely, hoping to discover how sexy, or romantic, or likable I was… or wasn’t, as was sometimes the case.
In retrospect, I don't think my youth was abnormal. Young people often find themselves feeling lost and rebellious, even preachers' kids, and sometimes especially preachers' kids. It took some hard knocks for me to finally gain my footing on the right path, and I hurt people along the way, for which I am truly sorry. I learned lessons the hard way, but I'm not sure there is any other way to learn them.
I'm glad those turbulent years are over. Aging certainly has its downside (that’s another post for another day), but aging has a way of clarifying things that once seemed hazy. You gain wisdom, for one thing. And don’t be misled. Wisdom and knowledge are not synonymous. Wisdom comes through living and learning, and seeking God's guidance.