I have been thinking a lot about age lately. My dad used to say he was middle-aged and I would tell him that he wasn’t because no one lived to be 110 years old. Well, now I am getting to that age where I won’t be able to say that I am middle-aged anymore either. More than half of my life is gone. There’s a part of me that hates that idea, but then there’s another part of me that doesn’t mind it so much.
First, I have found the love of my life. We have made a beautiful life together and no matter what happens now, I know my life is complete because of him. Second, every day now, I am growing deeper and deeper in faith. It seems like I am learning all these amazing gifts from God and I can’t help but be thankful for every second of my life. Most importantly though, come what may, God is with me. I have so much more to give. I don’t know how much more time I have, but if I have a day or 50 years left, I want to believe that my best is yet to come.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
