42 years + 9 days

 Today I am officially 42 years and 9 days old!! I have to smile a bit at this statement, thinking of how little kids are very precise about their age. It is always 6 and a half or 8 and three quarters or even 10 and 350 days. Kids celebrate every day and year added to their age, but as we mature, that precise tallying of age slowly dissolves into generalizations. The years are marked with 20s, 30s, 40s, over the hill and then on the downhill side or too old to care. As we grow older, birthdays are still remembered, but at times, the celebration of it gets lost or forgotten in the busyness of work and family. However, ever since I was young, my family always made birthdays a priority for celebration. This priority mainly came from my Dad because he LOVED birthdays; it didn't matter which family member was celebrating-- my Dad made sure that the day was special and celebrated. Therefore, I grew up with some form of birthday party every year. 

When I was young, every year was truly a milestone because my health was extremely fragile.  It was not uncommon to be hospitalized 2-3 times between birthdays. Numerous times the main question was whether or not I would celebrate another year. But God had this AMAZING story written for me, so He continued to grant healing. As I matured, my health became a little more stable, but my family and I  continued to celebrate my birthday because we were thankful to God for the added time to my life and His faithfulness in it. I used to say that I am living on borrowed time, but I now say that I am living on God's time. 

My birthday was no different this year, except for the fact that I had the honor of hosting the celebration in my own home. It was fun getting the my house ready for my guests and deciding on the menu for the small party. I enjoyed watching my guests interact and enjoy themselves. There is something special about family and friends gathering together just to enjoy the company and fellowship. I am truly blessed with family and friends who do get along well together. My birthday was filled with blessings and unending joy!

And now I am 9 days into my 42nd year; I don't know what this year will hold for me, but I know God has it planned. I am just thankful for my 42 years as there have been many times when 42 seemed like an unattainable dream. During this year, I will continue to enjoy spending time with my husband and family, playing with my puppy, keeping up with the household chores and expanding my writing abilities.  Yes, I realize for some that these dreams are rather mundane, but I am happy and content with my life. Anything extra added to this year will be a blessing or test in which I have to learn some lesson.

It is with faith and God that I will go forth in this year. 

Comments

  1. MusicdancecatsOctober 4, 2022 at 11:07 AM

    Hi Carma!
    I enjoy your posts!!! It's wonderful how to see how God works in your life!

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