Young Women, or Old Girls?

A few minutes ago, sitting in the Sac City quad, I started thinking about the ages of the people walking by. I'm not really sure how old most people are here, probably about 19 to 24 (not including the "life-long learners"). They are adults, but they still look, dress, and act like teens in a lot of ways. As girls (or women, perhaps) walked by me, I looked at their faces and tried to imagine how they would look and act, as well as who they would be, if they had lived a few hundred years ago. Putting them in a dress from another era, I was surprised at how mature they looked. Many of them would likely have settled down by now and be raising a family and running a home.

Do we grow up slower now? Emotionally, I mean? I think we must. After all, I'm certainly not planning to marry at 17. 

Ensorcelled Trees

Today I went boating with my youth group, Grace High. The river was beautiful, but the trees along its edge looked like something out of someone's imagination. I guess they are, really; they are out of God's. They were only one or two deep, but they were covered in some sort of vine, like ivy. They looked like colossal animals that some sorcerer had turned to leaves many ages ago. There was something about them that was just wondrous.