It is now just a matter of hours before I turn 30.
I did not expect such an emotional rush. I've anticipated tomorrow for a good while.
Thirty.
Official adulthood.
Midlife.
Where am I?
Professionally, I'm working more and making less money than I have in over eight years (not counting my time at Red Letter 9). I have
gray hair that wasn't there 18 months ago. I'm keenly aware of stress buildup in my shoulders and fat buildup on my belly.
Health-wise, I can't imagine being less active. Although, I am able to type rather quickly (and without looking).
Emotionally and mentally, I am improved. I am more like a man than I ever have been. I do see the world more clearly than I ever have. Clarity means a lot.
Spiritually, I understand a great deal more. I am convicted about a great deal more. Most importantly, I am gracious about a great deal more.
In all things I lack discipline.
So what now? What next? There is something critical to me about this next phase in life. Jesus began his ministry at age 30.
I have no plan, no clear vision. In a special way I am without purpose. In a general way, I am purposeful.
I want to love my wife.
I want to raise my daughter.
I want to create. I want to serve.
My prayer at age 30 is this:
Teach me your way, O Lord;
Make my paths straight.
Light in me the fire that is your Spirit,
That I may burn with life...