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On Turning FortyIt sounds like such a big deal.I've been sortof dreading it--the big 4-0 -- as it's loomed. It sounds so old. I used to think that people who were forty were so . . . mature. Somehow even the word "forty" just oozes stability, steadiness, solidity. It seems that a person who is forty should be sure of themselves--never doubt, never vacillate, never question their decisions or options for behavior. At forty, I thought, surely one would be done with becoming. And yet, it's not so. I'm more steady, certainly. Not flipping from boyfriend to boyfriend, trying to find "the one," as I did at twenty. And I'm definitely more sure of myself, less likely to struggle to squeeze into someone else's vision of what my life should look like, as I did at thirty. Progress . . . yes, there has definitely been progress. It hasn't been easy or painless, but progress has come. Maybe I've earned forty. It feels different than I thought it would. There are new mountains to climb. Over the years I've managed to gain the proverbial "five pounds per child," which must be left behind so I can enjoy the second half of my life. My eldest son has graduated and the second is hot on his heels, dragging us all out into new waters to navigate--strange waters, where I'm uncertain of exactly which star to head for and how deep I can put in my oar. A new family business offers prospects and challenges still being defined on many fronts. Opportunities to write come as welcome open doors yet beg the question . . . "Who am I exactly, and what do I have to say that's worth listening to?" My children are growing up faster than I'd imagined possible, and it seems that in many ways they themselves are new people whom I must learn to relate to every day. The becoming continues. In the center of it all, of course, one thing is the same: God, Himself. It is incredibly comforting to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He who is the Director of my life is the familiar Friend who has been with me through it all. He's not surprised by today's challenges, scared of the obstacles I haven't seen yet, or shocked at the besetting sins we've yet to conquer. The one determination I've made--indeed, the only one it seems right to make--is this: that in the next forty years, I must decrease that He might increase. I pray that He'll keep chipping away, shaping me into Jesus' image so that I can fulfill the purpose He created me for . . . to reflect His glory to the world. I pray that at forty, there's starting to be at least a little resemblance. 7:36 AM - Nov. 3, 2009 - post comment
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 Misty Krasawski is the overly-blessed mom of eight children whom she homeschools in sunshine-y Florida. She has been clinging ferociously to the hand of her Lord since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, homeschooling for the past thirteen years, and has eighteen more years ahead of her with the children who are glad she will have done most of her experimenting on those who went before. Her wonderful husband Rob has much treasure laid up for him in heaven for having been called to such a daunting task. Home User Profile Archives Recent Entries - On Turning Forty - Day at the Corn Maze - Permission Slips for Moms--at Heart of the Matter! - The Timeline--Daddy's Version - Surprised at Communion 
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