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Saturday, September 10, 2005


I slept a great deal today. I've never actually had that "I'm so tired I could drop" feeling until just this year. I feel old. Old at 16.
Well, almost.
I had quite a bit of confusion regarding my age, recently. People who know me think I'm definitely 16 by now--people who don't think I must be 18 or 20. Regardless of this mixup, I am still only 15 and there is no reason for me to care.
It really is rather remarkable how much the Lord has seen fit to bless me with. I've got so many wonderful ministries, so much that people trust me with--at 15. I do see myself as one of the most blessed 15-year-olds I know.
And it isn't all exhiliratingly fun either. You know how you get stuck between wishing something didn't happen because it didn't have such fun results, but still thankful it happened because it taught you stuff? Deepened you, maybe?
And then you get that strange, euphoric grin, lean back into that fuzzy/warm feeling, and think about it for a few seconds. Just because.

My 15th year has been blessed. I wish I could stay 15 forever.
I'm going to juice my last 2 and a half weeks for all they're worth.


Anonymous Cherish said...

It's funny Flo I've kinda been feeling that way recently too! 15 is a good age... Responsibilies, the feeling of importance... without meetings. :)

9/10/2005 8:02 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

I knowwwww...
I think the lord gives us a little bit of this blessed assurance to make up for the teenage angst.
Otherwise it totally wouldn't be fair.

9/10/2005 9:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't get too old too fast. You'll wonder where the crazy life went.

9/11/2005 12:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OH MY GOD, what island of denial are you on? You NEED to STOP smoking crack and join the REAL WORLD.

9/11/2005 2:59 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Anonymous, you are at peak hilariousness. I daresay I have never enjoyed your comments as much as that last one.

9/11/2005 8:56 AM  
Blogger Elaina said...

I don't understand any of it.
But it cracks me up!!!

9/11/2005 1:57 PM  
Anonymous Al the pal' said...

Flo, I would guess the only reason why you feel old fast is becasue of the "warm/fuzzy" feeling of just having finished a camp. I think you are right about 15 being a good year. It was great for me because it was the year before I turned 16 which was not altogether great. I have no recolection of what happened except I ended up quite a bit fatter than I expected.

9/11/2005 4:09 PM  
Blogger Elaina said...

15 was probably my most tumultuous year...which isn't to say that subsequent years have been free of the same, just that I don't think I had enough wisdom of any sort to deal with it then. Being an angsty, hormonal little heathen didn't help matters either.
Al! You make me laugh...I love you! I was going to call you night before last (had the phone at my side and everything) but I fell asleep while putting Michelle to bed, and didn't wake up till 2 in the morning...
Someday I will prevail!

9/11/2005 4:36 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

I know.
I know there's probably a hundred other teens who feel the exact same way I do. Rather than feeling like just another one among millions, it actually makes me feel...nice.
It gives me that humility that I need, when I realize it's not only me that I think is having sophisticated thoughts/feelings. It makes me realize how stupid it is to feel that way...and I'm just the same as everyone. And also it comforts me in knowing that everyone's come out of the same thing none the worse for it.
And then I go and try to establish my individuality in other ways. Ha, Al has seen these things happening recently.

9/11/2005 4:50 PM  

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