29

I turned 29 today and my heart is smiling. 28 was a good year. A fantastic year. I have no complaints and how could I? Another year of life is a gift from God. Totally undeserved and unearned. Just a gift and I’m thankful. My life is nothing short of a miracle. A testament to God’s grace and unending love. I don’t deserve the life I’m living because I’m a sinner through and through. But I am forgiven and redeemed. Nothing like what I used to be. I Praise God for that.

It’s true I am 29 and I am not married. I do not have kids and I do not have a masters degree. I don’t even have a car. All things I thought I would probably have by now. But I am not in the least bit sad. I am exactly where God wants me to be and I have all I need on this day.

While I don’t have the things listed above I do have many other things. Things that cannot be measured by earthly standards. I breath a sigh of relief as I enter into this 29th year of life. My past should have left me jaded but today I experience wholeness, life, freedom and love. Although I am close to 30 I feel like a young girl. Wide-eyed, smiling from ear to ear, satisfied by the simplest of truths; I am loved and I am known.

As I reflect on my life I realize I’ve learned a lot about hardships and victories, curses and blessings, heartache and love. Even though much of it was painful it has all served a greater purpose and God used it all to bring me closer to Him through grace and forgiveness. I am overwhelmed as I think about the God who so powerfully saved me from my daily messes and struggles. Now, as I look ahead I am equally, if not even more overwhelmed by His promise to be with me wherever I go.

So that’s where I stand today. On the day I turn 29 I stand on the Lord’s promises. His promise to be with me till the end of time, His promise to give me a future and a hope, His promise to give me rest when I need it, His promise to fight for me and provide for me. His promise of eternal life and so much more.

28 was a fantastic year. 29 will be even better.

Thank you for the love, po!
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