Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the fround like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the fiend daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

Langston Hughes

It's on its way...

...I'll turn 30 in two months. What an odd concept. I don't feel like I'll be turning 30...I'm pretty sure I still think of myself as 21. Yup, I do. It seems like so many women dread turning 30, thinking it means they're old. Well I guess I'll be older but that happens every year. Not to mention the fact that working with many an 18 year old I feel "old" every day!

Thus I realized something yesterday. I am trepidatiously giddy about turning 30. My hesitation is that I don't feel like I'm supposed to be giddy about it...but I am! I am so ready for this coming year, this new stage in life. It's a new season. A new adventure to take hold of. New things to learn and risks to take. There are things the Lord will be able to do with me at 30 that He didn't at 20 because I just wasn't ready.

There are many things I thought I would have done by now that I haven't. When I stop to think about it I'm glad for that. I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared. Oh the grace of the Lord!

So here's to a new year, a new season, new adventures, and taking a chance on living life celebrating where the Lord has me at each and every moment!