I turned 29 on Wednesday.
Truth be told, I had a tough time leading up to this birthday. I know that 29 is not old (my church members kept reminding me of that!) but I could not help but think about the church and about who I was and where I was when I started my journey with them. I was a 25 years old preacher’s kid, diploma still unframed and fresh off of a CPE rotation at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, GA. I thought ministry was going to be a piece of cake.
Well, that wasn’t true.
Through God’s grace and the imperfect beauty of church ministry, I have grown so much since then. I have fumbled and made mistakes, I have had tragedy and heartache and I have had moments where I thought that I could not push forward, but along the way I have seen hope, peace, joy and love at work in my life, in my community and in the world. Christ’s resurrection wasn’t something that happened once. It is something that happens again and again. I thank God every day for opening my eyes so I can see it happening.
My blubbery Facebook status from Wednesday night says it all. The blessings abound.
Cheers to one more year in my twenties!