Changes. What a powerful word.

Changes can be horrible, devastating. But they are also full of hope.

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I’ve played two seasons of soccer. I love it. Soccer is my passion. My love. I never thought I’d give it up.

I thought wrong.

I have height.

And hopefully foot skill.

Basketball.

It’s time to make changes.

Play guitar instead of piano.....go to youth group....maybe even start up a girls group of our own. Who knows? Changes come all the time.

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I’m growing up. I’m starting to make choices that will actually affect my whole life.

I don’t want to be spending my time with gossipy girls in my soccer team. That’s over.

Next year I’m going to be sixteen. I’ll be well on my way to adulthood. The choices I make now will rub off then.

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This year is important. Probably the most important I’ve had in my whole life.

I’m going to study hard.

Figure out what I want to do in life.

Make history.

And build my life. The friends I make now, the people I hang out with, is who I’ll be hanging out with when I’m thirty. I’ll make new friends as I get older, but I’ll keep the old ones I make now.

We were looking after some kids the other day while their parents went to a wedding. The mum came back to pick them up. She was wearing this dress she’d made herself. She was talking about how she’d hardly worn it; only had worn it to this wedding and another one.

I had this thought:

I have a history to make. I’ve been here two years in the same house, same town, and I’m here to stay. I’ll get married here, raise my kids here. I’m going to be here with the people I make friendships with now.

She’ll probably be wearing that dress to my wedding one day.

Now the truth of that thought is very out there; but the truth behind it is real.

Those are my dreams.

And now I’m off to build them, trusting God and relying on Him with faith all the way.

So long, friends. It's time to change. Till next time,

Maddi xx