Showing my age

I went to Walgreen's yesterday, I bought one card. ONE CARD. $2.64. What the heck. I can remember when... shoebox cards were $1.25!!! What the heck!? $2.64. Perfect card though, had a hole puncher on the front, when you opened it, there was a heart punched out and it said, "I love you a hole punch!" HA!!

I made some comment to the cashier about how I could remember when they were $1.25. She looked at me like I was a crack head and said, "oh come on, how old are you?" 34. "NO WAY" she said, I thought you were my age, a little over 20. Yeah, ok, let's not get crazy, who's the crackhead now?!

I like being 34. I could not wait to get out of my 20's. Could not wait, when I was 29, I said I was 30. I have a lot of growing to do, but I am happy to be where I am. A lot of lessons under the belt, a lot of mistakes, a lot of grace, given and recieved. Glad to be 34.

I'm glad to appreciate the grace, glad to understand what my gifts are (and what they aren't). Glad to witness and appreciate God's awesome miracles from a coupon for free subway to new babies on the way to Arlene, Mac, Phyllis, Grace, Hal's & countless other's healing.

God is good all the time.

Psalm 107:42 Good people see this and are glad; bad people are speechless, stopped in their tracks. If you are really wise, you'll think this over— it's time you appreciated God's deep love.

P.S. The picture has nothing to do with the post, I just liked it.