I turned thirty-years-old yesterday. 30 on the 30th. Milestone birthdays like decade markers often make us pause and take stock of our life. I am certainly not where I thought I would be when I turned 20 and imagined my life a decade away.
When I turned 20, I was in my sophomore year at Texas A&M University and in the middle of changing my major for the fourth time. Physics, then Communication, then Philosophy, then Environmental Geoscience and by the time I turned 20, I was getting ready to move into Sociology. I had no idea what I was going to do when I grew up, and adulthood was approaching me much faster than I realized at the time.
At the time, I think I was only certain about one thing:
I knew I never wanted to be a pastor.
Oh, how God must have been laughing at me.
Entering pastoral ministry has been the greatest decision that I have ever made, and I am thankful each day for the calling that God has placed on my life. Nothing makes that clearer than the passage of time.
So, here as a fresh thirty-year-old about to have a baby, I find myself laughing at how much our best-laid plans seem to rarely work out. And yet, God has such a lovely way of nudging us toward a better path.
Milestones give us an interesting perspective on our lives. I pray that we can all feel that nudging from God and continue to follow in the way that leads to life.
Here’s to another 30 years!