I had a birthday on Sunday and I turned 32. It was just an OK birthday. Not great, not bad. My mind was flooded with kind of melancholy thoughts all day long.
The thing that gets me is that 32 is older than my brother Mark died. He was about 5 weeks shy of turning 32 when he took his last breath. At that time I was just 24 years old, and I thought 31 seemed kind of "up there". I imagined what I would be doing when I was 32. I just can't believe that now I am older than he was when his life was ending. I feel like there is so much more to do and so many more thing I'd love to see. Mark had a little boy, about Emaline's age. He had a young wife who wanted to grow old with him. He had a community that needed his leadership and wisdom. He had friends that would miss his jokes and the sound of his voice. I miss him always, but turning 32 made me a little heart sick.
I am eager for Christ to return and reveal the fullness of His Kingdom.
