I just turned sixty. I can’t even believe I said that out loud! I mean, come on, sixty??? How on earth did that happen??
Honestly, in the months preceding my birthday, I tried to avoid even thinking about it. But my husband, God love him, would occasionally remind me with a little glint in his eye that at fifty-nine I was actually in my sixtieth year. Cute. Not. He’s sixty-two so he can get away with it 🙂
I don’t know why it bothered me so much. Turning forty was a big milestone and I think the realization hit home that I was nothing resembling a young person anymore. Turning fifty wasn’t so bad. I just slid right into that decade and didn’t think too much about it but sixty. Whoa….
God is Enough
When God isn’t Enough
I woke up early today before sunrise to the noise of the mowers outside mowing away in the still dark Georgia morning. I got up to close the window, got back in bed and pulled the covers over my head to drown out the noise. I snuggled down into the warmth and slipped right into a …