As the fiftieth birth-DAY migrated into a week, I have to say I am feeling satisfied and abundantly loved.
From a thoughtful luncheon with my work sisters, to a surprise dinner with family and friends on the west coast, to a dinner with family on the east coast, to messages and cards and well wishes on social media I have felt the love from near and far.
Fifty can’t be so bad when one has been so lavished upon!
50?
Fifty used to be … old!
Now it is just another day, another year, another day doing the things that make up a life.
I kinda thought I’d have it more … together … by now.
I thought I’d be physically fit, always look put together in my clothing and accessories, I thought I’d be spending more time on sandy beaches, I thought I’d be more wise, more mature, more …
I am none of those things and I guess that could be disappointing or even discouraging, as I turn fifty. The thing is, usually I am too busy living life to even consider those areas where I have missed the mark.
Dreams and aspirations
are good and valuable,
but living the life
that is currently right in front of your face …
that’s where the magic is,
where the surprises come,
where the life in the living is experienced.
Don’t get me wrong … I still have moments and days (and weeks) where I feel the disappointment, the failure, the shame of not being where I wish I were. Yet, what I have in my life is so good, so much better than a dream could conceive.
Truly I live a wonder-filled life.
All the days of my life are a dream come true, for “your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever” (Psalm 23:6).
“Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself”
Jane Arden
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