It’s official. Today, I broke my own personal record for most days lived. I have a lot of people to thank for this, including dear old Mom, without whom I would not be here. Literally.
When people ask me how old I am, I think I’ll tell them that I’m 35 plus shipping and handling. That sounds a bit better than 49. And less painful to say.
But I’m grateful. There are a lot of people I’ve known who didn’t make it to 49, including a young boy from my church who passed away unexpectedly at the age of 9. That shouldn’t happen. It’s a stark and painful reminder that we live in a beautiful but broken world, as my pastor has said a few times.
While my birthday celebration isn’t for a week or two, I consider that every day that I wake up with my health is another gift. It’s another one of the small blessings that I try not to take for granted.
If you’re a little past your 20s, don’t be ashamed of it. Be thankful. God still has a reason for keeping you around. No matter what age you are, you still have a purpose and meaning. Make your days count.
As usual, I’m enjoying having a birthday. I think I’ll have another one next year.
Happy 49th Birthday! Celebrating your life. The best is yet to come. Age is relative, depending on how you look at it. Moses lived to age 120 and at the date of his passing had the strength and eyesight of a young man. He spent so much time in the presence of God. Abraham lived until age 175 and had children after he turned age 100. There are good things ahead of you. ๐ผ๐๐๐๐โค๏ธ