with all my excuses, i'm still 24 strong

i'm still trying to pretend its really not so soon. that its just the beginning of july and i really have still 3 more weeks. its so surreal--this almost mid 20s thing.i'm not ready for this at all. age is just meaningless. the number of years i spent alive breathing says nothing about what i really am. at times i feel like a little girl and sometimes i feel i've lived centuries. it doesn't say anything about my abilities, my lessons, who i really am.

but nonetheless i choose to be thankful. i am tempted to dismiss this day and hide under the bed because i hate confronting the fact that ive been around for so long (i dunno why). i choose to commemorate His faithfulness above all else and celebrate the journey (the travelled and the yet-to-be).

He created me.found me. saved me. loved me.

all.the.way
every.single.breath

and for that, i'll celebrate my life. all that i am and all that i've been made to be. (sometimes the only reason i think i'll love me is because He first loved me. I can't even stand my own tantrums at times). when i'm living for Him, life is worth living inspite of the pain that accompanies. when i remember the destiny that is unravelling in my life, i know its all worth it.

everyday is a chance for adventure. for goodness. for light to shine. for Jesus to be real in me and through me. and for that to happen, everyday i die. so He lives.


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Twenty Four-Switchfoot.

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me

Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh
I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and trueI'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies In twenty four parts
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.