I turned eighteen last week. I don’t feel necessarily older, even though I can vote now.
My birthday morning was a wintry one—20 degrees and icy. Just another hint that this world isn’t my perfect home.
I read a liturgy on Thursday morning from one of my favorite books, Every Moment Holy by Douglas McKelvey. It was a beautiful reminder that every birthday is propelling me closer to the Day I’ll see Christ’s face.
Here’s a portion of it:
From A Liturgy for the Marking of Birthdays
May [I] invest [my] moments well in the
Coming year and in all years to follow,
Living life always with the end in view,
In pursuit of that eternal prize
That will allow [me] to look
Ever with gladness and never with regret
Upon the passing of [my] years,
As each subsequent birthday
Will be but the marking of a step nearer
To the final fulfillment
Of all [I] have so long hoped
And labored for.
(P.S. I’m excited to share another Living Intentionally as a Young Person article this Thursday! I’ll be sharing about my friend, Gia.)