I loved this quote the moment I read it.  I tore it off the string that dangled from my tea bag one evening.  I’d already decided to write a blog about age when my birthday rolled around and I decided at that moment that it would have to be part of the post.

This weekend I’ll be 35.  No shame in my game.

I’ve never cared about getting older – my only hope is that I’m a little bit more wise than I was the previous birthday.  I hope that my life reflects more my creator than than one who tries steal my joy.

It seems in the last few months God has really been teaching my heart to be grateful for each day He gives me.  To be thankful for each morning I continue to squint my eyes open as I reach for my phone to turn the “Get Up!!” alarm off.  He is causing me to realize that each day He allows me to be present on this earth, is a gift.  It’s hard some days, and others…..
…………...…….others are a joyous song.

On a sunny July afternoon God gave me breath.  Breath that would one day long to speak out for Him.  One day He will take that breath.  How I spent those breaths in between are what matters.

As I mentioned I’ll be 35.  (Still no shame in my game).  No anxiety is resting in those numbers as they count up from 34.  Sure there is some, “oh wow I’m gonna be 35. oh wow I’ll be 40 in five years.  oh wow my mom had teenagers by the time she was my age.”

So………here’s to 35 (and 40).  May I prayerfully be wiser and more like Him.  May my faith continue to be like that of a child though I approach middle age.  May I never be too old, to become younger.