Patience

So you know how you look back at something you wrote in middle school and you just keep laughing at how ridiculous you were when you actually thought you were really cool? I just experienced that. I have just spent two hours on myspace looking at the stupid pictures I thought I looked “hot” in and the image I was trying to portray. Ridiculous. But I guess that is part of middle school. I think that’s where it starts at least. When you start realizing you care what you look like, what you wear, if your hair is frizzy or glued down to your head. (horrible middle school fashion at the time). And from that point on beauty and image just become part of your everyday life. Stupid middle school. Middle school boys weren’t even cute at that stage. Seriously, go back to a year book and look at how awkward everyone looks. J So this whole myspace and image incident, what has come of it?

I don’t know. I wrote this last night and tonight I just have no clue where I was going with that. But I do know that tonight I was reminded again that God created me in his perfect image. It doesn’t matter if there isn’t a single guy at Hope College, land of pretty skinny girls, good looking guys and RELATIONSHIPS, that doesn’t think I’m attractive because there is some guy out there will cherish me as much as God does. And that guy will be worth the painful wait.