I’m turning forty-eight this week … again. Let me explain. For the past year, I’ve been telling folks that I’m forty-eight. I’m not kidding. Somewhere in the madness of this last year called My Life, I lost a year. So when my birthday rolls around on Thursday, really I’ll have gained a year. Make sense? Me neither. Safe to say, I have another twelve months of being forty-eight, and it’s likely to be my most productive year ever since I’ve been granted these extra 365 days of fruitfulness.
Ah . . . the blessedness of an extra year! I know. Not really, but it’s a delightful consideration, is it not? To wake up and realize you’re not as old as you feel?
Somewhere along the way, I stopped counting my years. Candles on the cake (after nearly five decades) don’t garner as much enthusiasm as they once did. Turning double-digits and turning twenty-one were milestones met with eagerness. Back then, I had an entire world in front me. At forty-eight, there’s a whole lot of world behind me—a lot of life lived, enough experiences had, mistakes made, memories collected, and highlights celebrated to fill several dozen scrapbooks.
How much more can there be?
So much more.
Consider the possibilities of an extra year. With an extra year I’ll be able to . . .
- Have the conversations I meant to have.
- Write the letters I meant to write.
- Make the calls I meant to make.
- Pray the prayers I meant to pray.
- Give the love I meant to give.
- Send the gift I meant to send.
- Drive the miles I meant to drive.
- Invest the time I meant to invest.
- Do the work I meant to do.
- Pursue the dreams I meant to pursue.
- Speak the truth I meant to speak.
- Plant the seeds I meant to plant.
- Share the fruit I meant to share.
- Afford the grace I meant to afford.
- Offer the apologies I meant to offer.
- Extend the kingdom I meant to extend.
- Enlarge the Jesus I meant to enlarge.
Indeed, a delightful consideration. With all of these extra days added to my year, I’ve been granted the rich benefit of more—a second chance of sorts, a way to re-invest my energies and my heart in the right and good direction. There’s nothing to dread. There are only opportunities to embrace. Another year, when cast in the light of sacred potentialities, is the gift that keeps on giving long after the cake has been eaten and the balloons have deflated.
This is the blessed do-over of my 48th year. I’m so grateful for another opportunity to live the life that I meant to live last year and to do so alongside the Giver of Life who graciously grants me this privilege.
Don’t dread the candles, friends. Instead, count them. Remember them, and then get busy living the life you mean to live. I’m so honored to share my 48th year with you . . . again. As always …
Peace for the journey,