I woke up this morning and realized I don’t have plenty of time, but I have enough time if I use it deliberately.
The numbers in the grabber aren’t random. 2,245 is how many days we’ve spent in the 2020s. 1,407 is how many remain until 2030. It isn't morbid, It’s just math.
At 30, I thought faith meant optimism. Filled with big prayers, big dreams and believing everything would somehow work out.
Faith at 30 is hopeful. Faith at 60 should be grounded.
Grounded faith isn’t supposed to be loud. It is showing up for your family and friends even when you are tired. It is choosing restraint over reaction. It is believing in God not because life is easy, but because you have buried parents, weathered storms, made mistakes, and still stand.
Grounded faith says that we know who we are. I know who I am and I’m going to use the time I’ve been given on purpose.
I need enough time to nurture, enough to grow stronger and enough to leave people better than I found them.
Enough, if I’m deliberate.
Enough to find gusto and astonishment.
