Time After Time

As i walked home from church today, the water lighlty patted down upon my skin. It was a soothing, rythmic pattern. It was as if God had paused the entire world, and all I could hear was the beating of my heart and the flood of thoughts in my head. I know God is all around. And although I was 30 minutes away from my family, I knew not to call them. They were probabally in a hurry to be on time to church. It was my first Sunday all alone in a busy City. I had gone to church as a stranger to everyperson in there except for God. He knows me, and thats all that mattered. I will try to go home every Sunday, because a family that prays together, stays united!
Normally, I am a very happy person, but on this day I felt lonely and homesick. Being independent is fun for a while, but then reality sinks in, and you are back to square one. I worked hard throughout highschool to get to where I am. Although the classes themselves were not always challenging, I still managed to stress myself. I would always help with activities in clubs, church, meals on wheels, taking my siblings to soccer or cheer practice. The list is ongoing. Sunday was the most hectic day out of the entire week! First my dad would ask me pick a tie that matched his shirt. Then my brother would approach me to ask if I could make him breakfast, since everyone else always seemed to be busy. Then, my sister would ask me to find her desired shirt, that was always at the bottom of the clean laundry pile. Finally, Mom would ask me to do her makeup. In addition, she wanted me to rate her outfit and give her the "thumbs up" or thumbs down." I always found this a bit comical. By the time it was my turn to get ready, I would only have about 30 minutes to rush before we left to church.
I miss feeling needed. I miss my family. I miss hearing my name being called out in 4 different directions at the same time. Although I visit them just about every weekend, I now see them less because I work. Unfortunately, life is a cycle. Whether you are prepared or not, life throws challenges your way. I would advise any high school student to enjoy being 17. There are less responsibilties, less homework, less stress, and more family time!