I have talked before about being both a child and an adult—about how I want my life to be tender with wonder and strong with experience. But there is, as always, even more to what I want to be.
I want to be bold. I want to be brave. I want to march to victory without thinking of what would happen should my cause be lost. I want to know what I want and I want to shout it aloud.
I want to be like Frodo, taking the Ring to Mordor, though I do not know the way.
I want to be like Buttercup, working towards improvement against the return of my Beloved.
I want to be like the countless young men and women throughout the centuries, loving my God and my family and living and dying that they might live and die.
I want determination, and emotion, and fervent fire building and burning in my veins. I want to walk through the angry mob unharmed, solid and covered with a certain admirable Grace, and standing on a Rock that no earthquake can move.
And this is yet another of my Odd Resolutions—to be an adolescent unyielding, holding firm in my faith and refusing to belong to another.