The last days of my 20’s is here. Wow. And to think just 10 years ago I had such big plans for my life. Plans that have come no where near to the reality of today. It is amazing – this thing we call life. You can plan and plot, but time has a way of unraveling the tightly wound design so delicately and painstakingly developed in our minds eye.
Not to over analyze too much ( just a little)…
If the twenties are for finding yourself, and the thirties are for developing what you find, I feel like I’m in a good place. I believe I have identified the gifts God has given me, I have pursued some lofty goals and failed at some incredible endeavors. I’ve realized the arrogance of my early twenties has not completely fizzled from my character, but instead has cloaked itself as competence. It is much harder now to discern the bitter roots of pride when they are so entrenched in my winding road of experience. And so my thirties will be dedicated to developing the tools to identify these areas of presumption, so that I can finish out my life (40’s – 80’s) rooting out the tubers of vanity so that the seeds of virtue may have room to bloom and blossom.
My thirties will be dedicated to broadening my commitment to the virtues of my faith: temperance, prudence, fortitude and justice. So that when the weeds of my youth have been burned away, the thing that remains is not mine own rather it is something that can only be identified as from my Father.
So I look ahead at the opportunity of tomorrow and ask for equal portion of grace and wisdom for the next 10 years as I had for the last… May the Lord continue to be glorified in my messy life.
