turning twenty-six

"Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst; the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved." Matthew 9:17 NIV

I don't feel any different. I don't feel older. Yet, I want to. I want to feel different. I want things to be different. And so they shall. 

I'm not going to have some existential crisis about turning a year older... (that was last year's drama..) But I do want to be made new. 

Recently, a song has really pierced its way into my soul. It's called New Wine by Hillsong. Go listen to it on Youtube, you'll be pleased. 

I want to be made new. I want new wine to be poured into new wine skins. I don't want my old wineskins to burst and I crumble away. I want to accept the new and become new and whole and good. 

I lay down my old flames to carry the new fire. 

I want to trust God's plan for me. Taste the wine before I see it. That's what faith is, right? Trusting to fall before you see the cliff's edge?

Not much will change this year for me. Twenty-six won't be like some life-altering incredible year. I won't even be done with my masters this year come to find out. I won't move. I won't become rich. I won't grow another inch. I probably won't even get worse or better. I'll probably stay right where I am. 

But I can accept new wine. A heart that has been reborn from above is ready to receive the new wine because their vessel has been made new by new birth.

-memento mori