I woke up this morning at the edge of a new year. Not New Year’s, but new for me. The turning of midnight marked my first full year in a new decade, what I like to think of as the beginning of my middle age.
A year ago I woke up feeling very different than I do today. A year ago I was very limited physically, in the throes of my fibromyalgia-in-winter state, which is typically pretty rough- quite painful, lots of fatigue. A year ago I was just barely stepping into leading a small group Bible study again. From a comfy chair in my family room. A year ago I was struggling with figuring out what I was supposed to be doing with myself, wondering what my purpose was as I came up to the 2 year mark of being home full time with a chronic illness. A year ago.
God does amazing things in a year.
50 was eventful, grace-filled, and pivotal. In good ways. 50 saw travel to places I’ve always wanted to see and spend precious time with people I love so much.
50 also saw a new doctor, new answers, a new (very strict) eating plan, new supplements and new (minimal) meds. 50 saw the need for self-discipline like never before. 50 saw God step in time and again. 50 saw incredible changes/improvements in my energy and pain levels. And 50 saw me return to the classroom, physically able to work part time for the first time in 2 1/2 years. 50 saw me remember how much I love working with teenagers, how much they teach me. 50 saw God give me new direction and purpose, not just in teaching, but in all facets of life. 50 saw God opening my eyes to show me what He was accomplishing was more important than what I was accomplishing. Or not accomplishing.
In years past, I’ve been a bit anxious/down about birthdays. But I’m excited about 51.
Energized by what God is doing and can do and will do.
Grateful for my journey and what He has taught me at 50. And the previous 49 years.
Eager to see what He will do next.
Thanks for coming along for the ride. Here’s to 51!