He's carried you this far.

Stacks and stacks of notebooks
A pile of pens all run out of ink
The petty prayers
The complaining ones,
The ones you could barely speak
Scattered on that rug trying to hide the ugly, burnt orange floor

You page through each notebook
Remember the joys
Remember the heartbreaks
Remember the loneliness
Remember the growth

A diary of all the things that you learned broken up into over 10 different notebooks
The pains of petty things
The pains of things actually worth aching over
The truths He helped you remember
The endless list of gratitude you started 3 years ago

And as you turn each page,
You begin to watch the ways He has chiseled away at you
As if someone has recorded the past eight years of your life
You see the things that He needed to cut away
Which at the moment you did not understand, but now you do

You see the the healing and hope
He brought time and time again
The random joys,
He brought here and there on various days

And as you sit there on your floor,
Taking in 8 years of ventings, progresses, and prayers
Only 5 months away from 24 years of age,
You think about how you really have no idea what comes next for you,
Those unfilled pages in the book that He holds
Can really terrify you some days

One thing's for sure though,
He's carried you this far,
So why should you be afraid?