Turning Thirty Three
So I've turned thirty-three. Some have reminded me that this was the age Jesus, urmm..., the year he was crucified. [For the record, crucifixion isn't on my to-do list before I die - although I'm crucified with Christ and I'm forgiven of every wrong]. Well, unlike Jesus, who had somewhat a view of the big salvation plan, I can't see beyond and I don't fully have a plan ahead of me. I did once upon a time.
When I turned 25, I drew out a masterplan with markers on what I should be doing, reading and getting involved with. The plan spanned about 10 years (25-35 and beyond). I even had timeframes for courtship, marriage and ministries to serve in. At age thirty, I re-drew those plans, basing my life on Jesus who served his three final earthly years spreading the good news. But shortly after those plans were drawn out, I regressed. Failing in almost everything.
Now, three years later, I'm staring at my present and future, without a plan. I have an idea where I should be going, but the details aren't so clear. And somehow, I'm happy that I don't have those details worked out yet. Sometimes, it's fun to guess the picture on a puzzle set that's being formed than to be worked up by geting all the pieces nicely fitted in place.
For now, I'm enjoying having a palindrome for an age number. No matter how you look at it, it's still the same. I don't feel older. I hope I don't look too old (my friend's client who came by my office yesterday and thought I was in my twenties. Yay me!). And so, I'm just going to take simple steps, trust God for His plans, and breathe all the air I can as I seize the moment.