Knock, knock. Real talk.
I chatted with a sweet teenager today who came to me for advice.
Whenever this happens, I am:
1.) Shocked anyone would want my advice, and then I start to sweat.
2.) Terrified of steering someone else’s child in the wrong direction.
3.) Always end up learning something about myself.
Maybe that’s part of the grand plan. The Big Guy knows I need to hear what comes out of my mouth as much as a 16-year-old girl does, so He’s really sending her to teach me.
Maybe we’re all 16-year-old girls inside.