This is an account of a day in the life a free and independent nomadic individual who answers to the name -
Bethany Michelle Harkins.

Join her as she travels on a journey towards deep discovery and awareness of the world outside her prim suburban abode. Colloquy of travel, discussion of dissertations, random written discourses, transcripts of inspiration, and many random whimsical ramblings are foreseen in the impending text.

Fancy that?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

....when you're fifteen...



"...I'm 15 for a moment, caught in between 10 and 20. And I'm just dreaming...counting the ways to where you are ..."

FIFTEEN

The prophetic significance of fifteen is intricate & detailed. At age (15) fifteen I strive to embody the portion that signifies 'half of the mature portion for divine service'. This is amazing. I have always (really, 'since I was 3' type of always) been told I was "so very mature for my age" and after hearing that statement (innocent and kind as it was intended) time after time (after time again) I began to put a pressure on myself no one ever required or requested I take on. I pressured myself to be more...mature. I began to play a part. As an actress I took that role and forced myself to fit into it. Naturally, I analyze...I am a quick thinker but I could process for an eternity or two. Genetically, I am tall...I have always appeared to be older than I am in actuality. Consistently, I aim at the wise decision. That truly is my own desire and quality. But at (15) fifteen, in the midst of my sophomore year, I am faced with many decisions...I want to be prepared...and I put a lot effort into being that [/those] very things. Prepared...mature...blah...blah...blah..blah. Do not get me wrong. It is part of who I am and am so thankful for that part of my make-up. BUT, it is not all of who I am. I am fifteen...I want to be wack. I can be wack. I can totally allow myself to be wack! Because even prophetically this is not the number (age) of full maturity. Thank you, Jesus for my wiggle room.