Turning 30.

Turning 30. And although I would like to shout and scream with Joey, well, things aren’t so bad at 30. Except of course for the nameless person that asked me if I could see 50 now… In my brighter moments I love the fact that God has brought me safe this far and if he can bring me through my teenage years and beyond there is a pretty good chance that he can get me home. I love that He has done good things in me and through me over the last 30 years. I look forward to more to come. On my good days I love psalms like this:

17 Since my youth, O God, you have taught me,
and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.

18 Even when I am old and gray,
do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your might to all who are to come.

On the bad days, 30 seems like a really long time to have lived, and I’ve still not got all the things I thought I would have, husband, steady job, mortgage, kids, a dog. I have however loved lots of my 20s, loved visiting cool places, loved hanging out with amazing friends, loved doing random jobs and loved seeing God be faithful time and time again.

And you know, it’s not so bad, except on those days when you realise you’ve visited 2 DIY shops and a garden centre on your day off and got excited about a garden table. Oh dear. At least I have others to share in the weirdness of finally reaching the age when I thought I’d be a grown up.

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