Water Journaling

This may be my last journal entry by an American lake. It feels so right to be sitting here enjoying an unusually cold morning in September, sitting by a lake, feeling the breeze and trying to figure out...everything. Yes, I'm still trying to do that oddly enough. I know. What's this girl's problem? I'd be happy even figuring out some of these feelings in general. It's nice to rely on the experiences of others in times like these. I learned that at an early age as I watched from my safe little perch growing up as my brother tested all the boundaries I was too afraid to approach. No doubt, if I had been able to formulate lists at the age of 10 I would have filled a trapper keeper full of "note to self: don't do that." Now that I'm older, and less of a pansy, I'm able to recognize the benefit of seeking advice from others. If you've never asked someone, "Based off of your experience, are these feelings valid?" then pounce on your pride and look around you. I'm willing to bet a plane ticket to Japan that there is someone around you that God has already brought through the same feelings, worries, and struggles. Just take a look at Proverbs. You'll see what I mean. Or, maybe like me you do know it, but just haven't done anything about it. Maybe you should sit by a lake too. You may not figure everything out, but man is it ever peaceful as God hammers away at the stuff keeping you from being God-glorifyingly awesome.