Today, I decided to reminiscence the beautiful past by re-looking into my old kindergarten yearbook. It's bittersweet, seeing old well-known friends scattered across the black and white pages. It's beautiful to see the times where kids worried about who they were, rather than having "swag". Times when we cared about how we presented ourselves to the world, instead of showing underwear revealed to their ankles and gold chains around our neck. Times when our friends were our world, before the gossip and the rumors, the competition for a guy's heart. Times when everything was okay, and everything was content in the world.
So wonderful, yet heartbreaking to see how my dearest friends, and even I, have changed. Times have come that has tested my faith unbelievably, but out of the crucible comes joy. I've grown, seeing how my mindset has changed from doing it for myself to doing things for God's glory. I've loved, and forgave the times when showing love has hurt me. I've grown, changed, and I hope one day all these present trials this makes sense to me.
How wonderful are old yearbook pictures, showing the past and revealing a little bit of who we are today.
