I have never dreaded age milestones, because my mother always made age look like a beautiful achievement, and each year she has grown in grace, style, and a fuller living out of who God made her to be. All my life I’ve wanted to grow up to be like her. This month I’ll be a little closer to that goal as I celebrate my 3oth birthday. I can’t really tell you how excited I am about this.
I decided such a big number was worthy of a big celebration–a whole month’s worth of celebrations! So this month on the blog, I’m going to share with you what I’m celebrating at 30 – things that make me glad to be this old. 🙂
Today I’m celebrating Life Events. (You know, those things in your facebook timeline that are more significant than the average photo or status?☺) I had these thoughts as I woke from a night of too-little sleep, and raced downstairs to jot them down before the kids began to demand breakfast. Writing is my coffee. ☺
Yesterday was the 17th anniversary of the biggest event of my life–it was the day my family moved to the homestead. We used used to celebrate this day with a ‘Landiversary’ Dinner and reading from our journals kept during the tipi days.
One would argue that marriage or having children seem like larger, more significant events. But these things, though big and life-altering, are natural and expected changes.
Moving to the homestead was very un-natural. It was going backward, it was choosing the hard way instead of the easy, and it was an event that was sometimes hard to celebrate when we looked back. It was also something I had no control over.
Yet it is those hard moments, those seemingly negative Life Events that most define us. It is those circumstances that rub against our grain that make us who we are. That’s what so many good memoirs are made of–the telling of a hard life event and how we came to celebrate it. The key is allowing God to fill those rough spots with grace (<–Tweet this!)– that is how they are redeemed and become something we WANT to remember.
And that’s why I celebrate, write about, and treasure the memories of the homestead, painful as so many are. Because they are why I’m Me, how I got to Here, and what gave me a Life that I love.
Is there a rough spot or a hard moment in your past that has actually had positive impact on your life? I’d love to hear about it! Let’s celebrate together…