For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under Heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek and a time to lose; a time to tear and a time to sew; a time to speak silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Children of God generally accept that there is indeed a time for everything. A time for all the things listed above, and, I’m afraid, a time for me to be in high school. Right now is that time. God does not tell me that my beliefs, thoughts, and actions can be relative to what season of life I am in. He knows that I am ready to move on, but He does not accept my foolish desires to waste these next few months. Just as last week was the time for me to be in Jamaica on a lovely trip, so now is time for me to focus on my studies, to be a hard worker, deep lover, and content student. Knowing that He has great things in store for me sometimes makes contentment harder to grasp, but I am determined to harness that knowledge to move me towards dedication and pursuit of holiness and excellence in every area of life.
He will empower me. He covers my heart from temptation and darkness. He is everything.