Bed of Roses

Okay, I know there aren't any roses in this bouquet. But remember that movie Bed of Roses with Christian Slater? Ladies....? Ring a bell? (whatever happened to him anyway?) Anyhoo, I remember watching that movie with my best friend during high school. We...okay, she...was crying her eyes out, sniveling, snorting...the pretty stuff. Since I don't cry, I was thinking about the part where he said the reason why he became a flower delivery guy was because he gets to brighten people's day.

Well said, Christian. Or whoever wrote the script.

Today I turned 33. My dad had these beautiful flowers delivered to me, and yes, it did brighten my day. Earlier this morning, my husband asked me, "Is this what I thought my life would be like at 33?". I groaned and said nothing, of course. (It was 5am and we had just gotten through P90X.) But when I got to think about it, I would have to say "yes." An adamant "yes".

I wanted a family. Sweet children. A good...scratch that...a great marriage. A loving, Godly household. Enough money to live on. A job that changes lives. So yes. I am where I hoped I would be at 33.

That got me thinking even more. Where do I hope I'll be at 43? Or 53 even? For sure, I hope I'll be right in the midst of raising teenage daughters who speak boldly for Christ (and headed to A&M, natch!) But for myself? I sure do hope I'm speaking boldly for Christ. I wonder if I'll be doing something that involves my growing interest in food and charity? (I don't know...it's something I've been pondering for a while...) I wonder what the feet of my faith will look like.

All I know is life is short. 33 got here quickly. 43 will be here before I know it. My feet better get to movin'.