I have now spent 27 years on this earth. They have all been good ones. But year 26 will be hard to outdo. My 26th year holds memories like graduating law school, passing the bar, and moving into our first home. My 26th year, we went to Bora Bora, Ireland, and Disney World. My 26th year was packed to the brim with memory-making in a huge and extravagant way. It was truly unforgettable.
In the past few days I’ve been told a number of times that year 27 is a good one. It was as if God was sending me signs, urging me to look forward to the next year instead of dreading getting one year older. Why is it that we dread getting older? The truth is that it is a privilege to experience another year; another day is not guaranteed to any of us.
So, as I begin this 27th year, I am excited and full of hope. Whatever the future may hold, I will count each day a gift. I will consider each passing year a blessing bestowed upon me. I will cherish the privilege of growing older that is denied to many. I hope my 27th year reflects the preciousness of this life; that I continue to recognize that it, and all it’s things, are fleeting. Come what may, I hope that I live this 27th year well. And all the while, may I cling desperately, hopelessly, breathlessly to the One who gave it to me.
“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” – C.S. Lewis