So this past weekend I turned
35. Yeah, it’s not that high of a number, and to me it really doesn’t
mean that much. Some of the earlier numbers have had more meaning.
16 is when you get to drive, 18 vote, and 21 you get to drink. All of
those were good numbers for me, including many in between. Yet, when 30
came around I got depressed. I don’t know why, and it didn’t last long,
but that one hit me hard. I was wondering if 35 would be the same way but
it wasn’t, thankfully. Instead I had a great weekend with loved ones
doing things I don’t get to do very often. It wasn’t even really a speed
bump in my life, just another special day instead.
I
think the reason that my birthday didn’t bug me this time around is
because I have a stronger walk with God than I did in the past. I’ve come
to realize that a birthday is another day on the calendar. That with each
year that I gain on this planet,
it’s just more experience that He’s giving me in order to reach others
for Him. It’s that perspective I’ve taken into this new year of my
life. I realize, as I wrote a few weeks ago, that this is not where I
belong and that I’m here for His purpose.
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