Another year has come and gone.
I can’t believe that November is here again and today (Nov. 8) is my *ahem* *ahem* birthday. I’m another year older and another year wiser, right? I have officially crossed over the halfway through my twenties mark. And I thought twenty-five was a hard number to swallow, now I have to get used to saying twenty-six. I’m officially in my late twenties, and I don’t know how I feel about this.
But if there is anything I’ve learned about getting older it is that you can’t do anything about it. You can’t freeze time and stay the same age. You can’t go back in time and change the choices you made. The only thing you can do is move forward.
Looking back at my life there are a lot of things I wish I could change. A lot of choices I made that led to heartache and heartbreak. This past year particularly was not an easy one for me. Exactly one year ago I was in pure bliss. I was newly engaged and life was just… perfect. My phone keeps showing me pictures from last year and it’s pictures of my smiling face, my beautiful ring (but none of him because I deleted all of those ones).
I had no idea that when I celebrated my birthday and engagement last year how it was going to end. I had no idea that in just a few months it would all fall apart. I was oblivious to the deep darkness and hurt that was soon to follow. But I can say this. All the pain that I walked through led to something that was unexpected. The closeness I have found with Jesus this year is a gift I never imagined would be mine. Jesus has walked with me so closely this year and I wouldn’t go back and change anything because all of it lead me closer to my sweet savior.
Just the other day I was chatting with my mom saying that so much has happened this year that never would have happened if things went as planned. All of my writings were a direct result of the pain I was walking through. God spoke to me so clearly about what to write about during my hurt. I began serving and following Christ with a new boldness and fervor than I had before. I’m not the same naive Christian I was when I turned twenty-five. No, I am growing and maturing more and more in my walk. God is becoming dearer and dearer to me and I’m beginning to want only Him more and more.
Even though this past year was one of the hardest seasons of my life, it was also filled with so much joy. I found purpose and passion in writing this year. I made many new friends and I reconnected with many old friends which has brought so much joy to my life. I had one of the busiest summers of my life packed full of serving opportunities, including spending a week up in Oregon serving my first time at a Joni and Freinds Family Camp. I flew by myself for the first time this year and also planned a successful Disney trip with my sister (huge adulting points for this one!). I explored many new hiking trails, including an amazing backpacking trip in the Trinities for the first time. And that just briefly touches on a few of the many good things that came out of this year.
Now, as I stand at the end of this year, and after seeing all the good things that came out of this year, if you were to tell me that twenty-five would be the hardest year of my life, it would be hard to believe you. But there is a saying I believe I’ve heard somewhere. “Out of great pain comes great joy.” Or at least I think that’s how the saying goes. This has been my beauty from ashes year. My year where through great pain I have found the greatest joy.
And now as I look forward to twenty-six, I’m excited to see where God will lead me. God has captured my heart in new ways this year! What will he teach me next? What new things will this next year have for me? How will God grow me and change me?
Another year older. It’s not that scary anymore. Not when you realize that God is the one directing our steps and leading us on. Here’s to Twenty Six!