I’m 29 today. And it’s awesome.
Kicking off the last year of my twenties and everybody’s asking if I feel old and sending grandma emojis in happy birthday wishing texts.
“So after this it’s just the annual celebration of your 29th birthday, right?” someone asked last week.
My answer may have shocked.
“Nope, I’ll be ready for 30 when it comes!”
In a world that thinks “adulting” is a boring, hard, semi-optional item on a to-do list, why would one embrace it wholeheartedly?
But this week I’ve faced my kid self a lot. I’ve looked through yearbooks and perused old bookshelves, walked down memory lane more times than I wanted to, relived mistakes made and revisited baggage carried and praised God for not being the little girl I used to be.
Where cultures past celebrated the advent of adulthood, us Peter Pans are weirdly loathe to grow up. But not me. Not anymore, anyway.
And, Christian, not you either.
Because the same way that the point of my motherhood is to raise up a man rather than coddle a baby, the point of my life is to function as a full-grown woman out in the world.
And it’s time to go.
Whether I’m ready or not, this is the aim of redemption.
To look more and more like Jesus with every moment that passes, and He’s not a little kid or a wild-and-free teen or a young professional “kidult.”
“He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of His nature, and He upholds the universe by the word of His power.” (Hebrews 11:3)
This. THIS is what I’m invited into every day of my growing up life. And I’m tired of acting like I’m not there yet, like doing legitimate, hard, earth-shaking things is not up for grabs right now, is not the expectation of my Father today.
But it is. Jesus said, “Follow Me,” and I want to be there, right where He is, doing what He’s doing with all the energy and effectiveness He’ll give me for doing it.
And if I can cut the crap while I’m cutting birthday cake? Jesus isn’t Netflixing while He’s spinning the world around in His peripheral vision.
He’s living out the ultimate Story through the lives of His people. He’s intimately acquainted with the real hurt and hang-ups on planet Earth, and He’s at work to bring healing and wholeness through His Spirit in His Church.
Yeah. Jesus is a grown-up. And yeah, growing up and taking responsibility for the world is hard.
But it’s so good.
So today I’m celebrating the grace of the God who has rescued me from who I was last year and ten years ago and who will grow me out of my 29-year-old-childishness too. It has nothing to do with being married or having a child of my own or my occupation or knowing more things than I used to know, and everything to do with having a soul that aches to grow older and wiser and more mature because these are the glimpses of the glory of the Savior.
Honestly, I think this is where I’ll be all year: exploring the intersection of growing up and being a woman and falling more in love with Jesus in all these entail.
So here’s an invitation for you to jump into my birthday with me and we’ll both grow up a little more today. I seem to be granting lots of permission here lately, so here’s a little more.
Permission granted to be old and love it.
Let’s embrace Jesus and adulthood together.
Yep. 29 today. I’m not who I once was. And I’m not yet what I will be. Glory to God.