A month or so ago I had a dream that I completely forgot it was my birthday
so I spent the day after my birthday repeating to myself, “I’m 29, I’m 29, I’m 29,” trying to get it to sink in. When I woke up, I thought, “Wait, what happened to 28?”
In moments like those, I remember that I am young. (I’m only 27-and-a-half!)
Sometimes my brain seems to want to jump ahead:
Even way back in April, I remember thinking to myself, “Yeah, those things I’m praying into for 2014 aren’t going to happen. I can already tell.” The year wasn’t even halfway over yet! (And wouldn’t you know, a lot has happened in those areas since April.)
Recently God reminded me of something I’d forgotten:
He loves to surprise us.
He loves waiting until the last minute and then BAM, doing something amazing. He thinks it’s fun.
(Like last Saturday morning when my roommate startled me awake to go for a spontaneous apartment-hunting outing and the second place we saw turned out to be AMAZING and within our budget and we signed a two-year lease right then and there. After weeks and weeks of praying and discussing, it happened so fast I was in shock for several hours. God enjoyed that one.)
It got me excited for the rest of 2014 and the rest of my year of being 27. It renewed my hope and expectation about things I’ve been praying into for a long time.
I remembered that it’s not over yet. Who knows what could be just ahead?