I woke up a little bit older this morning: today is my 36th birthday! I’m more than halfway through my thirties now… I’m ok with this, too. A lot of people spend way too much energy worrying about getting older, but I decided quite a while back that there’s no use worrying about the things you can’t change.
The way I see it, that clock is going to keep on ticking no matter what I do. I can choose to be anxious for the future or I can choose to be at peace with the season of life I’ve arrived in because I can’t change it. I choose peace.
I started out my day praying through my hopes for the next year, and I have a quite a lot of them. I hope to continue living in peace and freedom, and I hope to grow deep roots in the Word of God, and I hope for my relationships to prosper. More than anything, I hope to walk as near the path the Lord has planned for me as I possibly can, no matter where it leads me.
I came out of this morning’s prayer time with my healthy perspective goggles on, and felt even more certain that there’s never been a better time for me to start writing again. I need to do everything I can to make this a habit again, so I’m going to try hard to write something everyday this month- if not here, then in my red leather-bound journal.
I used to write like breathing, but it’s almost painful to conjure the words now. My word-thinker has become quite rusty, and it’s much harder to string words together now than it was in years past! Still, many people have remarked to me in passing how my past words helped them or brought them joy. Even moreso, then, do I hope that the candle inside me can be lit again! I saw this quote from Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, and thought how well I can relate:
The soul grows into lovely habits as easily as into ugly ones, and the moment a life begins to blossom into beautiful words and deeds, that moment a new standard of conduct is established, and your eager neighbors look to you for a continuous manifestation of the good cheer, the sympathy, the ready wit, the comradeship, or the inspiration, you once showed yourself capable of. Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles. (Kate Douglas Wilkin)
Here’s hoping that my 36th year will be a season for figs once again!