I distinctly remember my own mom turning 40 and I recall how, at the time, I felt like I was light years from EVER turning forty. I mean, good grief, I'd never be THAT old. Would I? Tickled. My mind has been reeling for the last few days nonstop. So many things I am processing, praying over, desperately seeking His guidance for. In all of the praying and thinking and pondering, I have grown more and more convinced that aging is such a blessing. When Mark and I were engaged and newly married, we dreamed about being able to grow old and gray together. We had lengthy conversations about the trajectory we hoped our life would take together. Let me be the first to say (tearfully), "Jesus has exceeded our every expectation."
As my 40th has been approaching, it has caused me to think back over the years. If I live to be 120, not one birthday will ever top my 39th. Ever. It was the day we arrived home from Ethiopia with Tyson.
There are a few important (to me) things I wanted to share on this monumental post. They are in no particular order
First of all, I want to tell y'all something. At 40, I can whole heartedly confess to you that I am more comfortable in my skin, more acquainted with Jesus, more confident in His faithfulness and goodness, and more grateful for the little things in life than I have ever been before. So, would I trade going back to insecure, more anxiety-filled days just to be younger? HECK NO. I am ready to see what Jesus has for us as the next decade unfolds. He can't be unfaithful. And, that truth alone, as I have chosen to reckon it to be true, has offered me more freedom than a million years living could bring apart from Him.
Secondly, my visits to see Brooke
November 10. You can read about it here. Everything about the day had gone all wrong from what we could see. Nothing was working in our favor to get us on a plane for home before the long weekend. What seemed to be dead end streets everywhere we turned with mistakes on key documents, wrong birthdays, misspelled names, were actually setting us up to watch THE WAY-MAKER MAKE A WAY.
Lastly, I want you to know that when the gray hairs come