tomorrow.

There’s something about turning 25 that has had me dreading the day for months. It sounds significant, and weighty, it feels grown-up.

When I was younger, 25 sounded like an age when I would definitely, absolutely have life planned and layed out. Probably married, settled down and in a comfortable job. And on the doorstep of that day, it can be overwhelming to think of how little my life looks like that childhood idea.

On the way home from dinner the other night, I started thinking about this and counting all the things that at 25, I haven’t accomplished. It’s easy to feel, without a job and living at home, discouraged and embarrassed by my lack of progress (remember my pity parties?), but that’s not fair to myself or my God.

It’s true that six months out of school, I  have no idea what my immediate future looks like, but I know He’s working. And I know that I can’t listen to anyone’s expectations about who I am suppose to be besides His.

I know He’s working things together – I see glimpses of it even now. So I refuse tomorrow to subject myself to the lash of all the things that I am not. Instead, I plan on celebrating the fact that I am alive and well, that I get to walk with my Creator through the day and because of that, this life is deep,vibrant and intense. I can celebrate that I am in the midst of an adventure and that this current chapter is full of quiet rumbles, new characters and rising action.Things are coming and I look forward to 25 with brave anticipation that something big may happen.

Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” Nehemiah 8:10

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