
I’ve had one of those “I’m done! Can’t handle this anymore!” kind of afternoons. I think I’ve complained to God for just about every possible thing I could think of today. Serious vent session with Him. I want to cry, stomp my feet, pound my fists on the floor, and not act very lady like.…

Well, here it is. I am officially old. O-L-D. I’ve been dreading this for several years, but time is the one thing we can’t escape. I. Am. Forty. There, I said it. I am 40. The last few years I’ve really dreaded this marker of time. Yet in the last few weeks I’ve reflected back…