I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m really excited about what turning 30 in a few weeks means to me.
I’d would also be lying if I didn’t admit that it scares me like crazy. There’s no logic to why, but it still makes sense to me. I feel like my life is both culminating into something great while at the same time it feels like I am starting off into a new chapter of my life that’s waiting for me to lead it into insignificance. I look at my life and sometimes am excited at where I am and where God has brought me, but also simultaneously wondering with hopeful expectation that God is not done with me. I know he’s not, but those are my insecurities none the less.
Sometimes I miss…
ok…here’s the truth. I just spent the last 30 minutes writing, then deleting, then re-writing, then deleting some things that I feel are on my heart. Then I realized some things.
- I need to go to bed…it’s getting late!
- If I continue to talk about the things I miss I’ll be one of “those people” who are defined by the things that were, instead of living in contentment of what is and having a hopeful expectation for what will be.
- I am taking this “turning 30” this too seriously!
SO…with that said, good night!