Yesterday I celebrated my 50th birthday. Yup, 50 YEARS I've been hanging around. :) Some have asked me if I am depressed about turning 50.
Depressed? About what, I wonder?
Depressed that I've spent more than half that time married to my best friend?
Depressed that I have 6 great kids who have shaped me as much, if not more, than Tim and I have shaped them?
Depressed that we've seen our own miracle with Tim's recovery from cancer?
Depressed that I get to be 50?
Not a chance!
How I can be depressed when I have seen so many blessings in my life?
I've had 50 years to love, to learn, to grow, to laugh, to cry, and to see the hand of God in my life. I have lived and that is what life is all about!
Sometimes we are tempted to think that if we could turn back the hands of time we might change things that we experienced. My 50 years have taught me that I wouldn't change a thing because each experience, good or bad, has shaped me.
To change my experiences would be to change who I am and who I am continuing to become.
And as Annah so wonderfully reminded me on my birthday,
"Age doesn't matter....unless you are cheese!" :)