I’m not mourning the loss of my 30’s.  Nope.  It’s been a great decade.  Lots of memories.  Busch Gardens, Sea World, Disney’s Magic Kingdom and MGM, Stone Mountain, Cheaha Mountain, first cruise to Cozumel and Cancun and more.  At the risk of sharing TMI, let’s just say a couple of things were reduced in my life.  And of course I had a tubal-reversal.  And another beautiful daughter. Finished a writing course.  Started a BLOG—that’s huge, right?

Lots of good times.  And many trials woven through the pattern of the past decade of my life.  But through Christ, we overcame.

I’m not afraid of turning 40.  Nope.  I’m embracing it.  I shared with a friend tonight that I seem to want to shout it from the rooftop.  Odd, I think.  But as quickly I want to shout, I feel an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Regret shows up uninvited.  Shouldn’t I have accomplished more?  Is this where I’m supposed to be?  I just don’t want to miss out on the plans He has for me.

Tonight, He so graciously reminded me through a couple of different people (Because that’s how He works—through His body.) that right where I am just may very well be where He wants me.  It’s not about me, after all.  So I’ll thank Him for this place that often leaves me feeling insignificant.  Without Him, am I not insignificant?  Oh but the difference He makes!  THROUGH Him, I can do ALL things! (Phillipians 4:13)  Even Shred.  For 30 days.  And I will.  Just not yet.

I digress.

Tonight, I thank Him for Joe’s light snoring, text messaging I love you to a daughter wrapped up in Honor’s English books and a daughter five months with child and a summer cold, replies of i love you too from these daughters, the sweet face of my toddler sleeping and a list of seemingly mundance to dos for tomorrow.  I thank Him for my unborn grandson.  I thank Him for the grace He has so graciously inserted here.

Thank you, Lord.  How could I ask for more?