"....It's only a number...."
Said to me by reassuring friends.
That are already.
Over 60.
"....It's all downhill from there..."
Said to me by a never encouraging younger brother.
"...You've never been more beautiful..."
Said to me by my husband.
(I know.)
He's ridiculous.
And.
Even this morning.
As the weekend of my 60th birthday approaches.
Jesus seemed to weigh in too.
In His usual.
Personal way.
I'm reading through Psalm right now.
And this morning,
Here's what He had for me in Chapter 92.
"..14: even in old age they will still produce fruit;
they will remain vital and green."
(He has such a sense of humor!)
I know I'm not old.
But somewhere.
In all that I've heard and read.
About turning 60.
Is how I'm taking it in.
For me.
It's like approaching the curve on Fortner Mountain where I grew up.
I can't see around the bend.
It's hidden.
And a bit of a mystery.
I'm not sure what 60 will look like.
But I know who I am.
And I know what I believe.
I have people around me that love and care for me.
I'm healthy. And strong.
I hope to keep my hands open.
Even when it gets hard.
To give.
And to receive.
Whatever He has for me.
And I hope.
60 brings me a fresh appreciation.
And even more gratitude.
For the things I hold close to my heart.
To live intentionally.
Every single day I have.
Focusing on what's important.
With peace.
And joy.
To be a voice of encouragement.
And strength.
In a world that often is not.
To love.
And to be.
The very best me.
That I can be.
Turning 60.
