In My 30th Year

If you read my post about my musical catfish, then you know I had a birthday recently (Saturday, May 22nd). My funny father brought something to my attention that I hadn't thought of before. Teasing me, he sent me a text that said, "You're 29 years old, but you're in your 30th year. :-)" Just like that, with a smiley face after it. Lol

I laughed, told him he was a smart-aleck, and moved on with my birthday. Today, though, more about that idea is bugging me. I go through bouts of feeling completely stagnant in this season of pursuing music ministry. I've blogged about it before- how God has instructed me to rest in HIM in these times, but I'd be lying if I said there weren't emotions that still had to be checked.

My father's joke speaks to our culture as humans, I believe. We assess age based on what has already been completed. Our whole system of knowing our age and communicating our age has nothing to do with the process, but everything to do with what has, up to this point, been accomplished.

In my 29th year, the Lord pursued me and renewed our relationship. In my 29th year, the Lord taught my husband and me how to trust Him for provision. In my 29th year, the Lord taught my husband and me how to support one another through unexpected life changes (on the beginner's level, I'm sure). In my 29th year, the Lord showed me how to show myself friendly to others.

In my 30th year, He's teaching me how to trust Him to take care of my loved ones. In my 30th year, He's teaching me how to support a husband bound to be successful.

So much happened in my 29th year, even though I just "turned" 29 not too long ago. But so much is already happening in this 30th year as well.  I want to rest in what God is doing with me while it's happening. I don't want my life to be a series of stacks of completed years with the goal of filing them away. If what they say is true and life really is short, then maybe past years aren't the best way to keep time always.

Daddy, you're right. I'm in my 30th year. And I don't want to miss a thing.

Musical Catfish

I have to tell you that I have the best husband in the world. He's really intentional about me knowing at all times how special I am to him. I know ladies- every woman's dream. :-)

So my birthday was Saturday (May 22nd), and he had all kinds of things planned for me. What I like about his surprises is that they're always based on what I really like; they're not cookie-cutter at all.

So my first surprise was breakfast (belgian waffles and turkey bacon) and then a trip to the Farmer's Market (because I love Farmer's Markets), and the evening was comprised of a dinner and a movie (which I LOVE). The afternoon, though, was the highlight of the day.

All Saturday morning, EJ kept telling me that we were going to get catfish. Now I don't mind catfish, but it's not something we've ever purchased for our home. I actually can't even remember the last time I consumed catfish. But he kept saying we were going to get it at 2pm. The time came to leave our house for our catfish at 2pm. We arrived at some place where he made me close my eyes a block before, and he led me into... Guitar Center. At this point, I'm getting excited. We get to the front counter, and EJ tells me to ask for "catfish." I tell him, no way, but he encourages me a second time to do so. I follow instructions, and the woman says, "sure," enthusiastically and proceeds to call for "catfish" over the intercom.

We were led to the back, and lo and behold... There was a salesman named Catfish who led me through choosing my first acoustic guitar! I've been wanting an acoustic guitar for some time now, and I guess my hubby has been paying attention! I plan to take lessons soon, but for now, free lessons on youtube will have to suffice. I'll keep you updated on my progress! :-D

Isn't my hubby the best EVER?!