Immersion Worship

That’s right, friends. Today I bid ‘fare thee well’ to my twenties and embrace the big three-oh.

It’s funny, really. When I was in my teens, I remember thinking how old 30 must feel. Now that I’m here, I can’t say I feel any different from when I was 20. Well, except that I cant run like I used to and I have knees that have a tendency to dislocate and I generally ache in places I didn’t ache in when I was 20.

The one thing I can say for sure, though, is that I’m wiser at 30, and for that I am thankful. My twenties were good to me, for the most part. They were when I did most of my growing up and when I learned who I really was.

There are universal truths that go along with turning 30 and getting older in general. I must admit to being somewhat philosophical at this season in life, as ‘age’ and the issues it brings has been more prevalent in my life more recently than before. Two months before her 68th birthday, my mum passed away after a courageous battle with Alzheimer’s disease. Shortly after that, my dad suffered a stroke. He’ll be 72 this year. The fragility of life has never been more evident than the last couple of months.

And so while I await the day that I look in the mirror and realize that I have my dad’s hair, I’ll just remain thankful for each day that I get to have.

I leave you today with the timeless words of wisdom of Mary Schmich from the Chicago Tribune that were subsequently made famous by Baz Luhrmann. Peace out…

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.