I love blogging. I love writing! And I love sharing my heart with you. I was just reading back through some old posts and thinking how I've neglected my poor blog. And since there's someone out there (not sure who) that reads this, I feel like I've let you down. Namely you, Jessica Williams. But if there happens to be another reader out there, I'm thinking of you, too. :)
I'm turning 40 soon, hence the need to change my blog name a while back. And I have some thoughts on this milestone in life. So I'll share them with you here.
When I turned 30, I was 30 weeks pregnant with my son. I was happy and healthy and livin' the dream. I had a small tea party at a Tea Room for my 8 closest friends. Since I wasn't drinking, ain't nobody gonna be drinkin' for my big birthday, and it was lovely. We ate leisurely, shopped nearby, and went home for naps. It was great.
But now that I'm about to be 40, I'm getting old. No more child-bearing for me; that ended a decade ago now. A few more wrinkles and hands that look aged, now I feel like I've hit the time in my life from which there is no return. In fact, I'm pretty sure this may be the mid-point in my life. Will I live to 80? Or am I not even half way there yet? Only God knows when He'll take me home.
There are many things to be grateful for. I have an adoring husband, two great kids who are confident, funny, and love Jesus. I've been blessed with family that has loved me so much, they have literally prayed me out of the pits in life. They have stood in the gap for me and prayed for my heart when I wasn't praying myself. And for that, I'm forever grateful. My life is not perfect. In fact, I'm as imperfect as they come. I'm a hot mess. But I'm forgiven. And every day I rely on that promise.
So, if nothing else, I'm a bit meloncholy about turning 40. I'm going to do my best to embrace aging. I'm going to continue through my blessed life, raising my kids and my chickens, being thankful for my precious husband, and plug on like it's any other day. Because it is, right?