| | ThirtyI was just remembering last year's tragic birthday entry and exhaling HUGE at the thought of where this year and this decade has brought me. A week ago Saturday, I turned 30. We had a rocking party, danced like crazy, and at one point, like at all great parties. A chair was placed "center stage" and I was told to sit. I know how these things go, but as I prepared myself to be completely embarrassed, I scanned the cramped crowd and smiled, thinking (as I had thought repeatedly in the days and weeks going in) that I was happy. That all of the fear and dread and treachery that these days are supposed to cause, was hard to muster. I was exactly in the place that God's faithfulness had brought me and what better thing to celebrate? It still may hit me. I've spotted my first gray hairs (more than 1) in recent weeks and feel like they've been placed there to taunt me. I'm trying to ignore them. Only my kid brother can tell you how terrible I am at ignoring taunts. Once the dance floor cleared, having heard plenty of ABBA and MJ, Cake and Fleetwood. I sat down, drank a glass of wine and started packing. Monday morning, Wes, Amanda (my dear friend who made the trip from Seattle), boarded a bus and 8 hours later arrived on the shores of the Pacific where we spent several glorious days sunning and swimming, reading and reminiscing, drinking coffee and mojitos, eating seafood platters, and watching dolphins and surfers ride the waves. It was perfect. I'm facing a bit of culture shock on the return (this IS the life I was chosen for. THIS is the life I was chosen for.... I miss the beach.)
My birthday often falls on the fringes of the resurrection and this year I'm feeling the significance of the season. Life shines dimly on the horizon just when you're feeling most heavily in the throes of death and darkness.
He is risen. He is risen indeed. |
| | Posted 4/14/2008 1:00 PM - 0 comments
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