I turned 24 last Sunday.
I usually relish birthdays–they seem like a new beginning of sorts for me.
This year has been and undoubtedly will continue to have a medley of new beginnings for me.
Yet, Sunday came and went without me tangibly finding something, anything, to fulfill my previous need of being able to point out something that needs to change in my life.
But then again, who am I to limit such a thing to one day? It was yesterday, Wednesday, that it was brought to my attention that I need to find my identity more fully in God. Which, I’ve tried to do in the past, but not with a drive that I now feel. When it comes down to it, I am tired of placing my identity in the accomplishments, activities, people, and possessions that are a part of my life. I truly want to make this 24th year count. I want it to be more than a number, but a foundational year that I will look back on and know that that was the year I not only traveled the world as missionary, but I found myself in my God.
