Well, it is the day after my birthday. My family has all gone home. The kitchen is clean. The house is quiet. And then the boys wake up. Actually, then I spend five minutes waking the boys up. They love their sleep. More so in the morning than at night! So, I think they are normal. With a son in kindergarten and one in pre-k, we spend a lot of time counting things. They asked me this morning, how old I am again. I answer as cheerfully as possibly, 31. And then my beautiful sweet Aiden says, and next you will be 32. Yikes! Let me settle into the fact that I am no longer easing into my 30s... I am up to my knees! But, mothers don't talk like that. So I answer, yes, honey, next year I will be 32. And then next they begin counting! We count all the time like I said, so it should have been no surprise. But mentally, I am watching pages of a calendar being ripped away as they move on to 33, 34, 35, 36, and on... at 39, they ask, what comes next? Death, I think. But mothers don't say that either. So I answer 40, and they begin again. The years of my life are whizzing before my eyes and they just won't stop counting!! Please boys, have mercy on me! They hit 50 and I told them to eat their breakfast so we aren't late for school. Saved by pop tarts, who would have thought?
As an 'old woman' who is starting over in nearly every area of her life, this little morning counting exercise really hit me like a ton of bricks. What does the future hold for me? What things am I predestined to experience and what choices can I make to enhance the next years of my life? I can answer this question as honestly as I know how: I don't know. But I am more encouraged than ever to enjoy my life and make the best of all the things that come my way.
For I know the plans I have for your, declares the Lord, plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11
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