So I am now 24 years old. Though I should enjoy the fact that God has given me another year, the thought of being 24 hurt my attitude all day, from the moment I woke up until now. For so long I looked forward to being 23 and that was the first birthday I ended up not spending with my family. I enjoyed being 23. I really did. Now it is over. God has given me so much time, but I have wasted much of it on meaningless things. I know that I can not change this, but I can change the pattern of my life and set my sights higher. My new hope is that I would be obedient to my God, following in His footsteps, listening to His voice. I need to go where He asks me to, even when it means I leave people behind who I love so dearly.