When I was little I thought that 16 was the perfect age to be. ‘Twas the oldest you could be while still being a kid. 17 was too close to the threshold of being an adult. 16 was perfect…

But I’ve learned some things since I was little.

Responsibility does not start when I’m 18. I will not all of a sudden “get a life” when a diploma is handed to me. Responsibility starts now. History is filled with people who accomplished great things when they were still in their teens. Why is it that now our culture is filled with “kidults“, people in their late 20s and even 30s who want to keep living their lives free of grown-up duties?

Even though some might say that I’m only 16 so I still have the right to be immature and irresponsible, I don’t want to be like that.

My generation is called to so much more than simply “getting by”.

16 is old enough to make a meal to feed the homeless. 16 is old enough to have a holy ambition and act upon it. 16 is old enough to dive deep into God’s word and experience the truth of who He is personally instead of taking someone else’s word for it.

Today, I turn 16. Questions stretch out before me. I’m not simply talking about the questions “What will I do in 2 years? 5 years? 10 years?” No, more specifically, I’m thinking about questions that must be answered imminently and with actions. What will I do to bless others while I’m 16? What will I do to grow in my relationship with Christ this coming year? What will I do now to make a difference?

God, please grant me the grace and wisdom to walk in ways pleasing to You this coming year.

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