FOUR SCORE DIVIDED BY TWO

That would be 40. 

Which is what I will be.

Not tomorrow, or this month even, but soon enough. 

I find myself thinking about it more and more though. 

Like today, sitting at the OB/GYN 

(boys - totally fine if you just checked out, but the girls know)

looking at all the mamas to be and the mamas who just were, 

remembering when I was in their shoes, 

seeing the "old" ladies there,

and realizing that I am now the "old" lady.

Or when I read an article (a lovely one, too) about some friends' mama who is retiring, thinking I remember when she started, and realizing I have been out of high school long enough for a person to want to retire in those same years.

I am not really afraid of 40, but aware. 

Aware of how far I have come.

Aware of how far I have to go. 

2 Corinthians 3:18 (NKJV)

But we all, with unveiled face, 

beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, 

are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, 

just as by the Spirit of the Lord.

I am not one who thinks the best years are behind me.

I really hope not. 

To me, that would be depressing. 

I have had good years in high school, college, the 20's & 30's,

but I really hope I haven't peaked out.

If the Lord allows -
We have MCs to graduate.

Daughter-in laws to meet.

Grandbabies to kiss.

Front porch rocking to do.

Philippians 1:6 (NKJV)

being confident of this very thing, 

that He who has begun a good work in you 

will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ;

I am going to hold God to His word.

The confident 40's. 

Yeah, that is what I would like them to be.