When I was younger (but not that much younger) I thought that my 25th year would be a big deal. I envisioned myself as planting a church with my wife beside me and thinking about having our first kid.
I had big dreams and cited some of my heroes and their young ages when they started doing big things. I imagined myself leading a quality church in Portland and “knowing what is going on.” I saw this church making an impact and me as having little to learn.
I pictured myself as a guy that was ready to get married because, “of course I would be married by 25!” I imagined myself as a being a good example of a husband and having a sweet wife that I could rock life with.
Basically, I imagined me at 25 as an awesome dude. Now, at 25, I see that as a prideful outlook at my future self and am grateful that those ideas have not come about. I am a young man that is not ready to fill the shoes that I will fill one day. If I was doing what I thought I would be doing I would have a joke of a church that probably wasn’t accomplishing much because I wouldn’t know how to do anything. Instead, I am at a great church being given the opportunity to practice leading, preaching, and music leading. I get to talk to the pastor and learn from the leaders. Amazing.
If I was a husband right now, getting ready for a kid, I would be a really dumb husband who would probably raise a crazy kid. I am so thankful to have been given time to think about what it means to be a husband and father before I am one. I have been able to sit under men wiser than me and learn from them about what it means to fill these roles. And on top of it all God has continued to give me an eye for the sin and faults in my own life that need to be worked on.
Basically, I have much to thank God for in that He did not put me where I thought I should be and my 25th year is better than the disaster it could have been.