Yesterday, I turned 32. I normally am the girl who LOVES her birthday & loves celebrating. But this year was different. This year was tough. But I put on a happy face & smiled through all of the celebrations. Then came home & cried a couple of nights. I felt like I was going through the motions & just enduring the process because no matter how hard I fought it, I was still turning 32.
But something started slowly happening. With each sweet word, each sweet message, card, surprises, my heart started softening up a bit. And it made me take a strong look at a consistent theme in my story.
No matter how hard I’ve been or how much I’ve just been going through the motions of life, one thing has remained true. God has put exactly who I needed, for what I needed, at the exact perfect moment in my life. They have pushed through the tough moments & still made sure I made time to celebrate all that life is.
This has been my saving grace in my life. The people. At moments, it’s all I’ve had to hang onto & the only thing that has kept me going. Even at times when my faith wasn’t even there. God made sure I always knew what it felt like to be loved & cared for.
My mission this year is to celebrate exactly that. These people. Who have drastically changed me & my story for the better. Those from seasons past, those who are new to this season & those who have been walking beside me through all of the seasons. These are the people who have made every storm, every rainbow, every precious moment infinitely better because they showed me what it meant to love well.
And they should know exactly what their role in my story has meant.