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Birthday Cheese

I promise I am going to clarify and expound on the 2nd to last post, but for now...

My 29th birthday has been a little wierd for me. I feel old. I feel that if I die when I am 60, then it (life) is practically half over. If it is half over, then I really want to enjoy more peace and joy and authentic living in the next half than I have in the past 7 years.

One thing that has made my birthday more bearable is my sister's birthday gift. A basket of cheese. One block of Smoked Cheddar and one block of Black Diamond (white) Cheddar, as well as some crackers and Honey spread (a memory of our youth). It is all from the Cuba Cheese Company, which is in the small town of Cuba close to Houghton where she lives. As I cut into the Black Diamond Cheddar last night and put the first piece in my mouth I knew that all was right in the world. I knew that as long as I was eating that cheese everything inside me would be peaceful and joyful. Who knew that cheese could mean so much... but boy is is good. I love the fact that my sister knew the perfect, creative gift for her brother... cheese. Thanks Sunshine. Kelly and JP thank you as well (for the small morsels I have shared with them).

By the way, JP is a former student from my first ministry in Marietta, who is interning with me this summer. He is also living with Kelly and I, our first experiment in communal living of any sort. We are loving it. He is a good friend, an awesome big brother for Halle and a natural part of our lives already (2 weeks in).

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3 comments:

michelle said...

i'm so glad you were born. happiest day, dear friend.

- michelle

Terri said...

Wow ... that's rather depressing thinking of you living only to the age of 60 ... That means you must think that is "old" and a long time to live! If that is so, then I (your mother) only have 7 years to go!

What is really funny is that on my birthday this year I felt, for the first time, that I may have just crossed over the halfway mark of my lifetime ... hee-hee! That would make me 106 when I die. I wonder which one of us is being most unreasonable about our lifespan? Well, only God knows and what will be will be. But I do agree with you that I want my life to slow down some so I can enjoy those I love so dearly and life in general. I just believe you are only as old as you allow yourself to feel and you don't have to fly off to "Never, Never land" with Peter Pan to refuse to "grow up" - in other words "grow old" in my book. I plan to stay young at heart (like your Grandma did) and enjoy living to the fullest as long as God grants allows me to "keep sucking air" (as your Dad so often says from the pulpit!) I love you James.

Always,
Mom

Terri said...

Wow ... that's rather depressing thinking of you living only to the age of 60 ... That means you must think that is "old" and a long time to live! If that is so, then I (your mother) only have 7 years to go!

What is really funny is that on my birthday this year I felt, for the first time, that I may have just crossed over the halfway mark of my lifetime ... hee-hee! That would make me 106 when I die. I wonder which one of us is being most unreasonable about our lifespan? Well, only God knows and what will be will be. But I do agree with you that I want my life to slow down some so I can enjoy those I love so dearly and life in general. I just believe you are only as old as you allow yourself to feel and you don't have to fly off to "Never, Never land" with Peter Pan to refuse to "grow up" - in other words "grow old" in my book. I plan to stay young at heart (like your Grandma did) and enjoy living to the fullest as long as God grants allows me to "keep sucking air" (as your Dad so often says from the pulpit!) I love you James.

Always,
Mom