Tomorrow, I turn 37.
Nearly four decades. And what do I have to show for it?
Quite a lot, it turns out.
More than I asked for, definitely.
More than I deserve, certainly.
And yet, God's best for me keeps coming.
As my 37th birthday approaches, all I can think is "Thank you."
Thank you for a faith that brings comfort and joy. Thank you for a rock-solid marriage. Thank you for a husband who thinks he's the lucky one (little does he know it's ME). Thank you for seven beautiful children. Thank you for a safe, comfortable home. Thank you for pumpkin spice lattes with whip cream, for autumn sunshine, for smears on the windows from little fingers, for a reliable vehicle, for people willing to support us with their prayers and finances, for phone lines that allow me to hear my daughter's voice in Nepal.
Thank you. Thank you, Lord. It's been an incredible journey up til this point. Count me in for as many more adventures as you care to dish out.