The older I get, the more I look back over my life. Wise decisions, foolish ones, abrupt ones, planned ones. Am I content with it? Will God be? Much of life I’ve taken it as it comes—should I have been more intentional? How can these ponderings inform the time I have left?

A few months back, some random song came on the radio, no clue as to the singer nor title, but one line struck me and I wrote this, just for fun.

I am young

my soul is free….