“Teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)
I have had a wonderful birthday. I could not have asked for more loving family and friends. October did not fail me…the weather was amazing this weekend. I did a little thinking in between the festivities: I remember when I thought twenty-six years of age sounded so mature and sophisticated, and thirty-two just sounded downright middle-aged. Now that I have turned 32 I am honestly surprised that this is not at all what I had expected of my thirties. I’m not polished, I find, but rather in need of continual refinement and correction from the Lord! It’s enigmatic–I feel knowledgeable but clueless, fashionable though not trendy, strong and sometimes insecure, full of life though replete with fatigue, optimistic yet skeptical, on a course but always dreaming, content yet never satisfied. There is a tendency in our success-saturated culture, to consider the end the goal. But as I look out onto my thirty-third year, I am humbled by the Lord’s granting of one more day, one more week, one more year of service to Him. I may not know who I will become “when I grow up,” but my Father does.
“The mind of man plans his way but the Lord directs his steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)
A beautiful bouquet of dendrobiums my longtime friend Alyssa sent to me.