Birthday Post, Pt. 2

Here's to 26.

Raise your glasses!  Your cup of coffee, your glass of wine, or you faaancy drink. 

...to 26.  Cheers!


Here's to a new, thrifty, vintage journal to scribble the musings of 26.
Here's to being closer to 30 than 20.  Eek!
Here's to choosing thankfulness in the simple, the mundane, the complex, at the graves, in the storms, at the rising and the setting.
Here's to chiseling my measly muscles.
Here's to laughing again and joy as strength.


But, most of all, here's to the Author of the Story.  To the One who holds the pen.  Here's to a God who gives life.  Here's to a God who knows the measure of all days, and by His very own grace, gives men and women second chances.  And redemption moments.  And 25 years.  And 26 years.  Fleeting.  Like shadows. 


Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;

And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
[Chesteron]