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'This is going to be a good year for you, my friend. Thirty-six is a great age.' It was the end of December, and that's how old I was about to turn. I sat across the table from a friend who'd long since passed that decade of her life and watched her brown eyes glimmer with a tinge of remembered excitement. I'm not sure why, but something about what she said really got to me.

Maybe it was just the way she said it. Maybe it was the expression in her eyes as she looked at me.

Maybe it was the little smirk that curled up at the corners of her petite lips. Whatever it was, it drew me in, got my attention, and settled into my mind and heart for consideration. And here at a Christmastime restaurant table adorned with a delectable molten chocolate cake that we were ravenously sharing, she sighed the full breath of a woman satisfied. She swept her blonde bangs off her eyelids, cocked her head slightly, and told me that the season I was about to enter was a good one, that I should face it with expectation and enjoy its blessings. The kids are a bit more self-sufficient, marriage a few more years mature, the body still pretty much pointed in the northerly direction. The thing she was suggesting, implying in so many words - the way she was proprosing for me to approach this next phase of life I was entering - was exactly opposite of what my proclivity had been. I'm the type of person, you see, who rushes ahead, who often just goes through the motions of any current activity on my way to the next one.

My heart and my body haven't always been good about sharing the same space. Instead of relishing each moment, each year, each opportunity, each step on the journey, I'm constantly overeager to get to the next thing, which always looks more enticing that what's currently before me. I'm rarely satisfied in full with my present station. A quick mental inventory revealed the facts, presenting ample evidence to support the claim that I hadn't really been in attendance for large portions of my life. As a teenager, I'd impatiently rushed toward young adulthood full throttle. As a single university student, I couldn't wait to be in a committed relationship and out of college so that life could 'really begin.' Project Igi 5 For Pc on this page.

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Then with a loving mate promised for life, I enjoyed our first years of marriage, but during some of them I secretly harbored discontentment with our childlessness. And when the kids started coming, the nights were long and the days even longer, and I prayed through each of them that bedtime would come more quickly today than I'd remembered it coming the day before. I was present for all of those years of my life as a student, a wife, a mom-a woman-and yet there was so little I could really remember, few emotions I could recall that accompanied some of the events of life.

Because I'd been there, but I hadn't really been there. And with my thirty-fifth year coming to a close, it occurred to me that I hadn't engaged fully in that one either. Oh, I'd enjoyed it for the most part, but I hadn't soaked in it, relishing it, cherishing it, celebrating it, appreciating it for what it was-the only thirty-fifth year my life would ever know.

Now it was nearly over, and before me stretched another year, populated with all the things, people, events, relationships, and milestones that would make it a once-in-a-lifetime experience-my only chance to fully be the person I'd be at this age and in this season. Only for the coming year would my husband be exactly like this.

Only for these fleeting moments would my children talk, look, and act exactly like this. And if I chose to hurry through them in an attempt to avoid the parts I didn't like, I'd simultaneously miss all the things I did like about this season. I recognized that by rushing through life, I'd been subtly devaluing those around me and the experiences I was involved in, not appreciating the importance and significance they bring to my life at this very moment, not grasping my responsibility for holding dear and treating well these gifts God has entrusted to me.

Instead of embracing the privilege of being a blessing to my husband, my children, my friends, and others, I'd been quietly communicating that I wanted them to change and speed up, to get busy being somebody else, someone who's more in line with what I want and need, to hurry along to a place where they could make me happier than they currently do. That's been me. Always looking toward the next moment, the next month, the next event, rarely allowing myself the privilege of fully participating and embracing the happenings that were right before me for that day. And with one final bite of the most eye-opening dessert date I may have ever had, I realized this feeling had a name: discontentment. He shows up at your doorstep just like mine, eager to step inside and make himself at home.

But instead of only coming for short visits on rare occasion, he refuses to leave, spreading his baggage everywhere, filling up corners of your space that you thought you'd locked up to this odious intruder. He robs you of your years. Then before you know it, you've missed out on the joys in the journey, the growth that comes from battling through the difficulties, the sweet and savory experience of creating the memories.

I snapped out of my momentary trance and looked down at my plate. No more full bites left. Just chocolate syrup lacing the bottom, along with tiny crumbs of spongy cake dotted with miniscule dollops of whipped cream. With new resolve I started scraping up everything I could salvage, not wanting to leave behind any part of this delicious experience. It had been worth all the hard work. Tasted just as good as the first. Glad I didn't miss anything on my plate.

Promising never again to miss anything in my life. • Carefully consider what the Bible says about contentment: - 'True godliness with contentment is itself great wealth.' (1 Timothy 6:6 NLT) - 'If we have food and clothing, with these we shall be content (satisfied).' (1 Timothy 6:8 AMP) - 'Make sure that your character is free from the love of money, being content with what you have; for He Himself has said, ‘I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.' ' (Hebrews 13:5 NASB) • What have you been hurrying through? • What have you been hurrying to get to?

• What are some of the good parts of your experience that you've missed in your attempt to rush through the more difficult ones? Driver License Parser Error. • What can you do differently today to 'scrape the plate'-to gather up all the good things around you and begin enjoying the journey of your life?