So today is my 42nd birthday.
I feel like the situation described by Donald Miller in his book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. He describes a boat trip in the dark, and he talks about how you get to the hard middle– the excitement of pushing off from shore has dissipated and the great destination to which you’re going is also not yet visible.
And you’re in this hard middle place where you just have to paddle by faith.
And lately I feel this place. Like God’s calling me to a time where disciplines are harder because there’s no excitement of the beginning or the end. It’s just faithful paddling.
Marriage, child rearing, home schooling, ministry.
It’s a good place. A place where one has to go deeper in a different, harder, more mature way. To keep the fires alive and bright when there’s no beginning or end in sight.
Dear God, please meet me and bless me in this place. May I be completely faithful to the exciting end!
Coming up on my own 42nd very soon, and having very similar thoughts as you expressed above.Thank you for sharing this; very, very helpful for where I am right now and I think where many of us 40-something-year-olds are!
Happy belated birthday, friend! The 40s started off great for me, and I’m feeling like I’m in the “middle place,” too, along with the fatigue that accompanies it.
The keep paddling in faith idea? I have the Dori’s ditty from “Finding Nemo” in my head.
“Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. . .”