- 40 isn’t old.
- At least it’s not as old as I once thought it was.
- But having to check the age range box that starts with 40 kind of stinks.
- So is having to scroll through the 2000’s and down to 1970.
- There are only a few gray hairs on my head.
- That I can see.
- I’m not wearing readers.
- Yet.
- My body still works and is on it’s way to working better since I’m taking better care of it.
- I am married to a wonderful, godly man and after spending almost half my life with him we have a great marriage.
- It’s not perfect, but we are always growing and changing and striving to make it what God wants it to be.
- I have three beautiful, sweet, smart, daughters who make being a mom a pure joy and blessing.
- And maybe they are the source of a few of those gray hairs…
- Much of who I am today I owe to my parents.
- I have a mom who protected me and nurtured me and taught me how to love… and a dad who has loved me selflessly and sacrificially.
- My mother knows I’m really 39… because she knows if she admits I’m 40, then she has to admit she has a kid who is… 4-OH.
- I married into a loving, supportive family.
- And I have the title of “favorite daughter-in-law.”
- Okay, I’m the ONLY daughter-in-law. But still. My title is my title and you can’t take that away from me.
- Being 40 means that my sister and I are not BOTH still in our 30’s.
- But today we are closer than ever and I count that as a giant, 40-sized blessing.
- Friends. How did I get so lucky?
- You know who you are… some of you are near some of you are far.
- Some I have known more than half my life… and some for a few years.
- Many of you are like sisters… we are connected at the heart. And that is a blessing I don’t take for granted.
- I’m changing and gaining perspective on many things…
- Like how to treat my husband and how to love my kids better.
- And what is really important.
- I’m not as hard on myself as I used to be.
- But I still don’t like change.
- Or conflict.
- Or pickle relish.
- Fear is not something I live under any more. Do I struggle? Yes. Does it control me? No.
- Living my faith for so long has taught me to trust… so worry is not as big a part of my life as it once was either.
- I’m still struggling to be content.
- But finding joy in the little things, a smile, a hug, a clean sink, lunch with a friend, a good movie, all remind me to be content.
- My life is good.
- I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
- Nothing.
- Except maybe to stay 39.
No to #40. If you always stay 39 you would never have the blessing of being a mother-in-law or a grandmother. Some things are worth getting old.
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