A week ago, I turned 23.
The halfway point of summer is rushing past us –humid days
and crickets singing; birds chirping early and warm, subtle breezes; new songs
on the radio and endless adventures. My birthday came and went, once again,
full of surprises and memories, cards and wishes. I’ve reached twenty-three –I’m
in the middle of what my parents always said was the age they missed the most.
George Eliot was right: “It is never too late to be what you
might have been.” I am amazed by God’s faithfulness. Ever since I can remember,
all I’ve wanted to do was play with horses and write, write, WRITE. Growing up
brought a variety of interests that at times seemed to be unrelated tangents to
my life plan. They took me on journeys here and there, but I believe they were
firmly part of God’s overall plan, growth, and formation of me. Yet, He kept
drawing me back to my first loves: horses and the pen. Little by little, far
after I thought my time was past, He opened doors of opportunities I never
thought I would have. Yet, He proved loud and clear that Amy Carmichael’s words
were true. “It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires He creates.”
In the past year, my horse-related opportunities have only
continued. Volunteering at my local horse ministry and horse sitting before or
after work have served as a continual reminder of where my heart truly lies.
What is my job then now, when I cannot fully pursue this calling it seems? I am
required to be faithful now and take advantage of all the
opportunities present at the moment, fully trusting the Lord to continue to
open further doors if He so chooses to be glorified so.
I do not know what my future holds. In a world of pain and
adversity, I am not guaranteed tomorrow. Every breath, really, is a gift. In
fact, the Bible encourages me to number my days and handle them wisely
(Proverbs 90:12). However, I know that 24 will bring me only more testimonies
of God’s faithfulness.
Today, I am 23, only left humbled –and counting His abundant
works of faithfulness.
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