It’s a nice round number. It’s revered by some. Others are deathly afraid of it. In about a month, I’ll be leaving my 30s behind. I’ve never been one to take any stock in numerology. But, birthdays and anniversaries are a natural time to sit back and reflect.
If I wanted to be morbid, I supposed I could look at 40 as the midpoint of my life. But honestly, I’m hoping to check out before I hit 80. When I was a younger man, my mantra would have been the Who’s “Hope I die before I get old”, but I guess it’s too late for that. If I had to choose, I’d like to stick around long enough to see my youngest leave the house and become an independent man. I’d also like to enjoy some years with my wife with no kids in the house – just the two of us. But I have no desire to live beyond a point where my mind and body are falling apart.
As a Christian, everything that happens to and around me is taken with a grain of salt. As the hymn goes, This world is not my home. I’m only passing through. That attitude bothers some people. That’s not to say that things in this world are unimportant. There’s a purpose and duty to fulfill in this life.
Looking at my life so far, I have so much for which to give thanks. My family and I are in good health. We’ve never gone hungry or homeless. Though I complain about how much of our freedom we abdicate each day to Big Brother and faceless rogue mobs, the fact that I’m writing this with minimal regard for my safety is a good sign.
I have a beautiful wife who is patient and selfless. She gives her all for our family. More often then I wish to admit, I have to be reminded of how selfish I can be, wrapped up in work or my own needs / pleasure. When friends, family or complete strangers see our family working together and towing the line, my wife is 99% responsible for what you see.
My children are all precious and unique. Each of them has their little quirks and personalities, things they like and things they can’t stand. If there’s anything I look forward to other than going to My Father’s Home, it’s seeing each of my children all grown up and learning what paths they’ve chosen for their lives.
My father and mother-in-law are retiring this year. I am sure they both have mixed emotions of closing one more chapter of their lives. It’s weird for me to think of my father not going to work every morning even though we live in another state and I’ve been out of their house for many years. Still, it’s a bit surreal.
Lord knows what He has planned for me in the next 10, 20 or even 40 years. My hope is only that I finish the race strong. So long as I have breath and my being, I will continue to follow Him and Praise my Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ.