I seem to be bullet proof.

Several emotions roll through my head when I look back at old high school photos. One, I wish that I wasn't so timid in high school and would have taken more advantage of the opportunities I had. Even if it meant putting up with a crappy volleyball coach. Two, what was I thinking ever wanting the people I thought were cool to think I was cool?

I mean really, they were selfish, petty, fitted with loose morals, and arrogant; and these are the people whose attention I craved? I feel the need to travel back in time to smack myself. Why is it that the people who oppress us most are the ones we continually seek to please and the one who openly invites us into glory we easily turn our backs to? It makes absolutely no sense at all.

I want to point this out to every jr. high and high school girl I ever meet. The people you look at now, the jerks people think are popular, are going to be the people that you look at in 5-10 years and thank God they never stuck as friends. When I look at this kind of people in my life, I often think to myself, "Wow, dodged that bullet." And then I usually laugh at myself for the naivety of my high school self.

How quickly we lose perspective. The temporary begins to look like eternal and the eternal begins to become an annoying idea you hear once a week from an out-of-touch man on a stage. I'm guilty of this. I let my eyes win out over what my heart knows. The disconnect between my head and my heart is costly and I'm wasting precious time letting the former win out. Renew my mind, Father. Transform my way of thinking. Set my heart, my mind, my soul, and my strength on that which is eternal.