Love Track#6 The Time I Stopped Caring
I stopped caring when I was
sixteen years old.
At this age, so much goes
on. There’s peer pressure,
boyfriend/girlfriend drama, social changes and so much more. You've seen it, in person, and on the movies,
I’m almost sure.
Thankfully, at this age,
I stopped caring. Not about school, or
health, or my future or anything like that, but about the trivial things of
this Earth.
I was able to get closer
to God at this time. I spent a lot of
time reading the Bible, meditating (listening to God), and praying (talking to
God).
It all sprouted from a
conference I went to with my church that year.
I was forever changed.
The choice to ignore the
drama of my day wasn't even my own. It was
something natural, not even automatic, but natural.
A lot of stuff, mean
little jokes, stress over appearance, etc. didn't even phase me. My faith in God was bigger than it all.
This is not to say that I
did not have hard times, trials, or upsets during this time. They still existed, but they didn't sting or
linger on my mind as much, when I did acknowledge them.
I began to share pieces of
information that I learned during this time over Facebook and scriptures that
really spoke to me with others almost every night.
This was one of the best
times of my life. I experienced so much
peace.
I also was able to
connect with other Christians and become friends with them during this
time. That also came naturally.
As the years went by;
however, I became busier and busier. For
my eleventh, and twelfth grade years of high school, I was in the IB
program. It’s supposed to be
international, so no matter where in the world you are, you may have heard
about it.
If not, it’s a rigorous,
two year program where high school students are taught college level courses
from an international perspective.
During those years, my
school work and extracurricular activities heavily demanded my attention, and I
gave it to them.
I was still growing in my
faith and relationship with God, but school work and after school activities
did cut into that time a little.
However, thankfully, one
of the activities I joined during my eleventh grade year was the Christian Club. It was a small groups of
Jesus-loving teenagers who were able to connect by their common bond of loving
God.
It helped me to have more
time for my relationship development with God, and helped to maintain that
beautifully, pure peace that I had had closer encounters with the years
before.
Part of the reason why
this blog is called Unashamed Introvertish
Girl, is because I am unashamed of my Christian faith. It is very important to me. It’s part of who I am which makes it part of
my story.
I respect other religions
and philosophies, but this is what I believe.
I just want to share a
little bit more about the things that keep me constant and steady, and since it’s
New Year’s Eve, I thought I’d share this particular post with you.
Perhaps you want to, if
you do these, make a New Year’s Resolution to get to a place of peace, for the
first time, or again. Perhaps you want
to get to a place of peace, a place of “not caring” about the superficial, and
focusing on the things most important to you in life.
I was just thinking
yesterday, and my resolution is definitely along the lines of this.
It’s not too late to
get to know God.
Anyway, I wish you the
best this New Year! I pray that you find
true peace, purpose, identity, and joy!
Happy New Year,
Unashamed Introvertish
Girl
