Today I turned 39 years old. I remember a time when I thought 35 was SO old, and now, just like that, here I am in the last year of my thirties. This past month has been such a time of reflection as I’ve pondered and prayed about my goals for the upcoming year.
What should I prioritize? Where will The Lord lead us? What will our homeschool look like? Our son’s recovery from vaccine injury? There are so many things to anticipate and look forward to . . .
I’ve also thought long and hard about this blog. My hosting expires this month, and it’s time to decide whether or not to renew, whether or not to invest in something simply on principle. As I was looking through older posts in search of direction, I found the very first one I wrote back in 2011.
After years of suffering with chronic health issues, my body was beginning to heal with natural therapies, and I was so very excited about where it would lead me. I just couldn’t wait to share all that I was learning with everyone. I wanted so badly to help others.
I’ve blogged off and on over the years–never really consistently, but always with a passion to share and help.
I remember early on, when I was taking those very first steps in natural living, how others would say things like “What’s the point? We’re all going to die anyway?”
For me, it was never about dying . . . it was about LIVING. It was about living as healthily as I could in order to be all that God called me to be.
I can honestly say that I am much healthier now in my last year of my thirties than I ever was in my twenties. Much healthier. And I thank God for the wisdom that I have gained from so many people on my path that were willing to share their stories with me.
And so, I have shared mine. . . in this tiny little nook of the Internet, I have reached out as best as I could. I know almost nothing about Twitter or Instagram or monetizing or anything else that comes with the other side of blogging. For me, it’s always been about the children. It’s always been about sharing truth and encouragement.
To this day, I have many, many drafts sitting on pages of my journals, just waiting for me to press them on keys and send them onto the virtual webs. And there are days when I want more than anything to just sit and write.
But I haven’t had the time. My family has needed me, and I have found that with every “yes” I say, I say “no” to something else. I don’t want to say “no” to what truly matters. I don’t want to invest in the wrong things.
And so, I am stepping forward into this last year of my thirties, a bit hesitant, a bit unsure, but yet, hopeful, excited, and joyful nonetheless. I am stepping into 2017 without a “Franklin-Covey plan” or a year-at-a-glance write-up. I’m stepping forward in faith, trusting that God will make my path straight and hoping that all that I do points back to Him.
Here’s to 2017 and the new adventures and memories it will bring.
May your year be blessed in every way, Friends. Happy New Year.