When I was 18, I looked ahead to my 20s with so much hope. I envisioned a life neatly mapped out—I believed I’d be married by 23 and have a growing family by 28. I planned it all with confidence and expectation.
But reality turned out much differently.
Looking back, what I feel most is regret. My 20s could have been a time of drawing closer to God, of deepening my faith, and serving wholeheartedly in ministry. They could have been years of becoming the woman God was calling me to be.
Instead, I chased after fleeting relationships and spent money recklessly. I gave my heart to people who didn’t deserve it, and I cried over heartbreaks that only left me feeling more empty. Rather than filling my soul with the Word of God, I filled it with material things that offered no real comfort. I tried to numb the pain with food and distractions, avoiding the emptiness I didn’t want to face.
My 20s were marked by decisions that pulled me away from God. I lived in sin, and even now, I’m still experiencing the consequences of those choices.
I wasted my 20s—and that truth is hard to carry.
Continue reading “Restoring the Wasted Years.”
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