My Birthday

Two days ago, I turned 40.  It has been a time that I have been waiting for.  Since I was 29, I have been waiting for this day.  Twenty years ago, my mother passed at this age.  Though I no longer feel sadness at her passing, it did mark time for me.  I had trouble seeing life past the age of forty.  I would look at people who met that milestone and understand that it just was not going to happen for me.  I then began to rush to make some things happen so that when forty came, I would be fulfilled and happy.  Well, February 10, came and all was not complete.  My life, as it stood, was not done being lived.  I still had goals.  I still desire to move south.   I wanted to purchase my home in the country.  I wanted to live some portion of my life in Europe and I need to get to the Vatican.  I wanted to retire a millionaire and I wanted to fully establish my ministry, Diamonds and Pearls.  One day, I hoped to Pastor a church and affect the world one soul at a time.  One day, I would like my PHD.  I would like to spend some time in Mississippi and in South Carolina.  I had so much on my plate that still needed doing and forty was upon me.  Maybe God saved these things so that I could see that there was so much life yet to live and that maybe by his grace, I would get to live it.  It is almost time for me to attend my birthday breakfast.  Today will be a lovely day.