“I still live with my parents.” Those dreaded words.
I love my family but sometimes I do feel ashamed that I am not independent and on my own.
Weddings, baby showers, those life events that many of my childhood friends are passing though while I still have meals with my parents every night.
I am young only 22 but often I feel so slow and old.
I worked so hard to become what I see is a “adult.”
Yet sickness has brought me back to where I started from.
Another pride issue God is working on, killing the pride of having it all together, showing me that it’s not me who plans my future.
Making me useful, able to reach those who struggle just like me.
I can hold my head high knowing that right now living at home is the centre of God’s will and that is the best and most successful place to be.