I am thirty today.
Thirty years old.
I have been a genius, and then a pretty smart person.
Broken 2 bones.
I’ve been to 4 countries, if you count Canada.
I’ve learned I was a sinner.
I have been in like, in crush, and in love.
I was engaged to be married in 4th grade for several hours, and then the real thing when I was 17.
I have vowed never to marry, and changed my mind within a matter of days, after meeting Richy.
I’ve learned love is bigger than me.
I’ve gotten married young, and never regretted it
I’ve made a lot of money, and given it up, for the better thing, couple of times, actually.
I’ve learned to love broken people.
I’ve been a youth pastor, a rock star and a mommy and wife. I still am.
I have felt the raw pleasure and thrill of finding out I was pregnant. Once.
I have felt the joy mixed with terror of finding out I was pregnant. 3 times.
I have given birth to 5 children.
I have been in the valley of the shadow of death.
I’ve learned to love deeply and not hold on too tight.
Have said goodbye to 2 children and a parent.
I think I have laughed more than I have cried.
I’ve learned that the more I know, the less I know.
I’m thirty today, and I’m just getting started.