Milestone Part 1

I turned 40 on Wednesday. How weird is that?

Not that the number 40 is weird. But I think that the most significant thing is that I have a strong memory of my Father's 40th birthday. I remember being in the Living Room. I remember somebody sent a bouquet of black flowers and a condolance card.

My Dad didn't think it was funny. I wondered what the fuss was all about. I was probably 10 years old.

Will my kids remember my 40th birthday?

This birthday did not make me "down" in any way. It's not like I was suddenly struck in the head with my own mortality.

It does cause one to stop and evaluate:
~ Am I doing what I thought I'd be doing when I would turn 40?
~ Am I doing what God calls me to do?
~ Am I grown up?

I have 25 years left until retirement. How do I want to use that 25 years?

More later.