Me at ICRS standing in front of an advertisement of my next book due out in January . . . yes, the one I’m finishing up!
Birthdays have a way of making you remember. Such as when I was seven and got a new bike. Or when I turned twelve and spent the day at the lake with friends. Or when I turned fourteen and felt like the happiest girl in the world to be so “mature.”
Recently someone asked me how it felt to turn 35. The truth is, I feel better about it today than two weeks ago. After all, if 60 is the new 40, as the Baby Boomers claim, does that mean 35 is the new 21?
Looking back, I’m amazed with what God has done with my life. I was born to an unmarried mom, raised by my mom and grandparents, grew up on the “poor side of the tracks”, and becoming a teen mom myself at seventeen. I’m thankful for God’s hand in my life.
Looking ahead, I’m awed by how God continues to work, in my family, my church, with my friends, and with my writing.
Okay, enough with the mushy stuff. Back to work for me. No rest for the weary . . . I have a book to finish writing.
But also know, that throughout the day I’ll be thinking about YOU–my friends I know well and those who’ve I’ve yet to meet. And counting you as one of the greatest blessings in my life.