Bright eyes are calling

Is it okay that I'm 23 and still feel like a bright eyed, wide eyed child inside? That I kind of want to wear orange and green checkered shirts for the heck of it? That I want to wink over the top of the novel I'm reading at someone across the table, and then laugh?

Is it okay that I don't adhere to social norms all the time? That sometimes I want to take off and run in wide open fields?

Is it okay that I want to pray fervently on my knees to the God I know rules the universe? Is it okay that I don't want my room to match? That I don't want to look elegant all the time?

I want to dance in my living room to whatever's on the radio. I want to bask in the splendour of the sun, and pick the ugliest hat to wear to work tomorrow.

I don't want to ever forget how to love with abandon. To take risks, and hurt and cry. That's what makes a heart alive.

I want to be able to do the mundane things - laundry, chores, repeatedly failing experiments - and still be able to sit down at the end of the day and praise God. He makes me so safe, so safe to be exactly who I am. Am I too passionate? Am I too fickle? Am I too emotional? Thankfully, He doesn't think so. I think He's seen me at my worst (:

When I look at the end of the road, I can see His eyes looking at me. And when I gaze back at them, I know, I am safe. Absolutely, altogether, without a doubt, safe. It doesn't matter what happens to me tomorrow, in a month, in 5 years. I can see His eyes. Eyes which are wonderfully wise, passionate, loving (SO loving), understanding, powerful. And they are calling me.