Turning 39 is Most Excellent

 

I  LOVE birthdays and any reason to celebrate someone or something. As I’ve mentioned before, God has bestowed upon me a highly energetic and extroverted personality. Whenever there is a reason to party, I am THERE. In fact, several of you asked how I “feel” now that my 30s are coming to an end. I am partying alright and

I feel most excellent.

(Thanks Bill and Ted and Netflix for adding this phrase to my vocabulary 🙂 )

 

 

But seriously… my age no longer matters to me. These numbers, along with the ones that flash across my bathroom scale, do not define me nor dictate my emotions. So besides feeling most excellent, 39 (Yep there it is, I admitted it) makes me feel overwhelmed.

And no, I am not overwhelmed by my budding laugh lines or grey hair~ anymore.

No, I am not overwhelmed by stacks of dirty dishes or mounds of clean laundry that need folding~ anymore.

No, I am not overwhelmed over the reality of failed dreams or over the loss of my precious mom~ anymore.

No, I am not overwhelmed by motherhood~ anymore  ok, on most days I am not overwhelmed by the needs and craziness of my little ones.

I am simply overwhelmed by all that God IS and what He has healed me from and forgiven me of.

 

As I think upon the year before me, I believe God will be with me as I travel and teach His Word to groups of women and their daughters. I trust His Spirit will continue to guide me as I write to you and homeschool my son.

On the flip side, this year may contain more loss for me as my grandpa’s health is failing. 39 may also contain more rejection as I pursue a writing “project” that is intimidating and outside of my comfort zone. (But I am going for it anyways because that is what highly energetic people do)

And yes, another move for our family may also happen again this year. So bring on the familiar strain of saying “I’ll see ya later” to the familiar faces I love so dearly…

May I be overwhelmed by God in the midst of it all.

One emotion, one focus.

Mercy. Being overwhelmed is turning me into a hot mess today.

Or maybe I am closer to this thing called “menopause” than I thought?

Nah. Not yet.

Anyways, thank you for spending part of my special day with me!

Turning 39 is most excellent indeed.

(BTW, right before I published this post, my 5 year old son presented his birthday gift to me. His gift: 1 nickel and 2 pennies from his piggy bank. What a way to kick off the party. LOVE.)

 

*Image of movie poster found on public domain. Source unknown.