A Quarter of a Century

The Big 25.

Though somewhat of an arbitrary milestone, twenty-five feels like a sufficiently substantive age to reflect upon my life thus far. It is a crossroads between where I have previously been and where I will go from here; where the mistakes and successes of my past provide the caution tape and guardrails for the future.

It is difficult for me to look back and not just see the missed opportunities that I let pass by or the areas where I should have given my everything, yet in spite of that, I mostly see all the things to be grateful for.

The grace I have been given, the love that I have received, the things I have learned, and the life that I have lived has been exactly how it was supposed to be. Who am I to determine what my life should have been? For if anything should have been different, then it would have been so. In that light, I accept my life to be nothing but grace and blessing, because that is what life itself is.

Lord willing, may I never forget that, and may I lean into this truth going forward.

Here’s to the next quarter century.