Well, the calendar page has turned once more and I am now 25. I feel a bit old. I am sure that offends most of my readers seeing as how you are over twice that age. But still, its the oldest I have ever been. It requires some getting used to.
Let me tell you about my day. I woke up. Riveting. Then I went to breakfast where my friend Sandy (he is our security manager and my fellow foodie) had a cheesy omelet, grits and coffee waiting for me. Then my sweet South African granny and grampy gave me gifts and a cupcake and kisses.
After that, some friends and I headed over to my house at Greta where we made amazing homemade pizza and played board games. It was so great. All I really wanted today was good food and good food is what I got.
Then we had dinner at base- lovely shepherds pie made by granny. After that church and hanging out with friends.
At 11 pm last night my friend was strumming on the guitar. I kept watching her and decided, I want to be able to do that. I was determined that before my 25th year of life, I would be able to play a song on the guitar. Sure enough, I got it, stayed up late trying to get it right and played all day. My fingers are purple, tingly and have pretty much lost all sensation. From what I've heard that is relatively normal but either way, I'm learning the guitar, and I'm pretty excited. I really like it. My fingers don't.
I felt so inspired earlier to write a post about all the blessings that came with being 24 and all that I was excited for in 25. but as I sit here, 1. I am sleepy and 2. I just think that it very simply is this: 24 was great. I moved to Haiti, struggled a lot, learned a lot and 25 is here. I am still learning, still struggling and still growing. I don't want to set these grand goals with huge marks and milestones. I want to know my God more. For my 25th year I want to pursue my God more and put off things that don't matter so much. There are lots of things I want to do- run more, eat better, play guitar like a pro, love my kids more intentionally etc etc. but those doings don't amount if I am not being the woman of God he loves me into. So 25- the year of counting it all rubbish in comparison to the incredible greatness of knowing him more and more,
Cheers to a new year, new things, and hopefully callused fingers so I can play this guitar.
***Sorry to all that I was MIA today- we had not internet! Such is life.
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