Earlier this week, I celebrated my thirty-first birthday. It was a good one. It wasn’t the flashy kind of good. It was more like the spreading warmth in your chest from a hot drink on a cold day good.
This morning, after finishing a presentation at a job that I enjoy, I was thinking about how blessed I am, and how many presents God has given me. My plan is to live a very long life, as in, I will live in a sky apartment like the Jetsons. But if I were to be taken home today, I would’ve already had a lifetime’s fill of adventure at thirty-one.
In no particular order, I have:
- Traveled all over three continents and more than a dozen countries.
- Graduated from high school, college, grad school, law school.
- Passed a bar exam.
- Seen the Eiffel Tower sparkle at night.
- Seen the sun rise over the ocean in the morning.
- Jumped out of a plane.
- Rafted the Nile River.
- Eaten a crepe in Paris.
- Saw a play in Shakespeare’s Globe.
- Met my dream girl.
- Planted a kiss on my dream girl.
- Married my dream girl!
- Knocked up my dream girl!
- Grown a circle of close friends I’ve had for more than a decade.
- Worked as a legislative staffer.
- Been to the top of the Texas Capitol dome.
- Written human rights briefs for the highest court of a country.
- Taught classes for my favorite university.
- Grilled a steak.
- Completed a triathlon.
- Known God.
- Through God’s grace, transitioned from a state of anxiety to a state of peace and contentment.
- Through God’s grace, escaped from an island of isolation into becoming a member of a family.
- To Be Determined
I feel humbled, loved, and lucky. Everything feels like icing on my birthday cake. Except that I didn’t have a birthday cake, I had birthday chocolate chip cookies stuffed with Oreos.
- Ate chocolate chip cookies stuffed with Oreos.
Anyway, this is a love letter to God, to you. Thanks for the birthday presents. There’s only way to describe them: