I will be twenty years old. Will I still have this blog? Maybe there won't be such a thing as "blogs" in four years. Maybe something will happen and I'll be forced to shut it down. Maybe I'll still be here, posting, on the 29th of February...four years from now.
Will I still know the same people? Maybe some friendships will slowly diminish. Maybe I'll lose contact with people I consider my closest buddies. Maybe everything will be the same.
Will I be single? Most likely. Let's not dwell on that one for too long. ;]
Will I still be alive?
..There are so many "maybe's," "if's," "what's," and "I wonder's" in my future. I simply have no idea what the days and years ahead hold. Probably a good thing to leave it all up to God, yes? This verse, especially, reminds me of the importance of trust.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
On a different, slightly spontaneous and random subject--I've always loved curls. Especially the big, bouncy ones that you can twirl around your finger.
How many of you have naturally curly hair?
I'm not raising my hand with you. I have utterly, unmistakably, ironed-out straight hair. Lately, though, I've taken to curling it. We have one of those simple, medium-barreled curling irons, and it does the job, but I have to use a lot of spray to keep in the waves. Because--yep, you guessed it: my straight-as-sticks hair is extremely wimpy when it comes to curls. At best, my hair stays curly for four hours, providing I'm not outside or running around.
Pathetic, yes. I love curly hair. Oh well. Maybe by the next 29th of February I'll be the girl with the curls? That's even less likely than me being married by next Leap Day. o.O
...But then again, you just never know. Anything can happen in four years, right?