Being 30 – Grown up yet?

Okay, the title of this post is lame, but I couldn’t think of anything to name said post, and so it remains.

This past week marked my 30th year in this world and it was a heart wrenching week. I felt and still feel overwhelmed with love and grace and a beautifully eclectic group of friends and I’m so thankful for you all – and in the midst of my being spoiled by my friends, the world felt like it was crashing down around us.  Boston, Iran, Gosnell, Homicide in town, Explosion in Texas – and so many more things I’m sure took place that were off my radar.

In the midst of all that, I am humbled.  So many times I feel sad and complain that my life is so hard to live, that there is too much expected of little old me in this world and I just can’t keep up enough to do it all well.  This week more than others I felt like I really had it good – not because of my birthday per-se, but definitely because of the constant reminders that I am loved not only by God, but by the people in the places I inhabit.

So thank you friends.

Thank you for the flowers which are blooming throughout my house and outside, for the blueberry bush, the wine, books, cupcakes, and so many thoughtful things.  For the beautiful words on paper wrapped in a card, and most of all for your friendship.