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March Madness - Day 12

Adulting can be rewarding.....

But, sometimes, I miss being a kid!

Summers off.....
Weekends off.....
Two weeks off for Christmas.....
One week off in March or April.....
Random days off throughout the year.....

Yup, there are times I miss being a kid!

Lots of time to take breaks. A break from routine. A break from school. A break from homework. I break from peer pressure. A break from stress.

When do parents get a break?

We don't!

Oh, how I miss being a kid!

Sometimes I just want a break too.

Despite not getting a break, I am thankful that I am no longer a kid.

Being an adult has allowed me to see, feel, and experience so many more things.

Things that were both good and bad.

Things that helped to make me the person I am today.

As an adult, I have learned how to push through pain. I have learned how to fight against fear. I have learned how to stand firm on my faith.

After all, Jeremiah 29:11 reminds me, "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."

I realize that I may not get as many breaks as I'd like but there's a plan for for my consistency. There's a plan for my steadfastness. There's a plan for my tenacity.

When I hang in there, day in and day out, my future continues to look brighter and brighter.

I know breaks will come in due season.

What do you miss most about being a kid? 

 

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  1. Being a kids was just down right FUN! There were no bills, not responsibilities (Chores of course) but nothing but are riding bikes, playing basketball, or going to the beach. I miss most the summer vacations, it wasn't anything special just but I went to private school and had to wear a uniform so I just didn't have to wear a uniform for the entire summer.

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