I'm approaching my last birthday of my 20's tomorrow. In many ways I'm excited to only have one year left in my 20's and ready to embrace 30 in just a short year. My 20's have been good for me, I graduated college, got my first real job, married the love of my life, moved to the city I love, gave birth to two beautiful girls, and Lord-willing will adopt a child. But something about 30 makes me think I will feel more grown up. Maybe that never really happens though.
I was shoved back into the reality of the short number of our days this last week though. On Friday, a guy we grew up with, who himself had just celebrated turning 29 in October, left this life. In the blink of an eye his time here was done leaving behind a grieving wife, parents, sister, and grandparents. It feels too soon, but yet I know the truth that God alone numbers our days and it wasn't too soon in His eyes. It was still with a heavy heart and wet eyes though that I watched my husband help carry his casket to its resting place. That image as well as my view of his mother, wife, and sister holding hands as they walked behind it may never leave me.
So I thank God alone for the 29 years He has given me, and pray that I live out the days He has left for me here how He would choose. Living in His truth and will.
And because I've been asked, this is all I want for my birthday.