Big birthday for me, one I never thought much about until it started approaching. It’s the close of many stages begun in my 20s, and yet an opportunity to continue on paths created from those earlier moments. And some things never changed.

I’m more sure of myself now, who I am, who I want to be. More accepting of my weaknesses. More willing to acknowledge them.

I’m into country music now. Not sure how my 20 year old self would react to that. Got my husband into it, too. 🙂 No matter the genre, the soft, reflective songs still get me. Every time.

My 20s started with an aching heart for someone to love and be loved by, and now the companionship of my husband and pitter-patter of little feet I chase every day fill my heart to overflowing.

I’ve less opinions then the old self. More aware things aren’t always what they seem, and I, in fact, can be wrong. There are far less hills I’m willing to die on at 30 than 20.

Jesus is the same to me then and now. I’ve seen and felt Him work in so many ways throughout the decade that there is no doubt about Him being real and my Savior. Though I do have doubts and questions in other areas of Christianity I’m working out. My faith feels like a tree with deeper roots, maybe a bit worn and beaten about by life, but stronger and sturdier then before.

I don’t know if I’m ready, but… hello, 30s.