Biblically speaking, my life is half over. Today.
(Psalm 90:10—and don't worry, I know this isn't really saying everyone gets 70 or 80 years & that's it.)
This is not a bad thing. At all.
I've done a lot in this "half-life" of mine. And there's so much to look forward to in the next half. The Lord has blessed me abundantly. He's given so many good things, including hard things. I've traveled and learned and played and loved and lost and grieved and rejoiced and grown and questioned and plowed forward and run forward and slid backwards and turned cartwheels and laughed and wept and been frightened and been fearless.
I've learned about who God is (though I've so much more to learn) and about His amazing, indescribable gifts to us (though the depths there are so much deeper than I'll ever go this side of eternity).
I know that I am not guaranteed another 35 years. I know that there are places in the world where 35 is venerable old age. I know my next breath is in the hand of the Creator and Sustainer of all things.
I'm so glad I can trust Him!
I know I've often failed to honor the Lord Jesus in this first half of my life. I'm grateful for His mercy and patience with me.
I'm looking forward to seeing His working in my next half!