Well, it's my birthday. Happy birthday to me. I am 27. You know, I think I am finally over the whole "I missed out on my twenties" self-pity trip I was on. What exactly did I miss out on by marrying the man of my dreams and having three healthy, beautiful, delightful children anyway? Well,
I missed out on being single, lonely, and afraid I'll never get married.
I missed out on wild parties with the college crowd (eeew!).
I missed out on years of working for other people at a job that doesn't make a difference in the world.
I missed out on years of thinking only about myself because that's all life's about.
I missed out on a LOT of good movies at the theatre, and a lot of wasted money on restaurants.
I missed out on all those dates with the wrong guys, and all the tears of breaking up with the wrong guys.
I missed out on doing whatever I want, whenever I want on my days off.
I missed out on years of sleep!
Now I know that there are a lot of single, working twenty-something women out there that are really happy and right where God wants them. I'm just saying that these are things I know would've happened to me, and I'm really very grateful that God spared me from the freedom I thought I wanted!
Thank You, God! As always, You know best! Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!