On Sunday I turned 30. For more a week now I have been working on this post, trying to sum up the decade of my life that has come to a close, but I just couldn’t seem to find sufficient words to express all the growth, pain, and richness.
Then yesterday a good friend shared this blog post and as I read I just kept nodding and saying (or shouting) yes! She summed up perfectly what was rolling around in my heart and mind and I could not have said it better.
I will say that in my 20s I did not experience the depth of suffering or disillusion that many of my peers have. I don’t know why that is, but it’s certainly not because I’m better, or have a stronger relationship with God, or anything like that. But I have still had setbacks, heartache, loss, struggle, anguish, and slap-in-the-face reality checks.
I could compile an almost endless list of the blessings I experienced in my 20s, though not all of them would have been considered blessings when I experienced them…and that is part of the point. Another part is that I have learned (or rather, am still learning) how to walk with those I love through suffering, and love them well in the midst of it. In seasons of strength I need to bear the burdens of those who are weak (Gal. 6:2).
One of my favorite paragraphs in Knapp’s post is this:
…I’m calling us to suffer well, to realize we are not in ultimate control, although many of us have vast amounts of freedom and choices. We need to learn to grieve our shattered dreams, to understand and absorb sadness, to sit with unanswered questions and learn about trusting God in this space without sugar-coating the truth. Although we may not be thinking about knee replacements right now, we need to know that we live in a broken world, and soon enough our bodies will break down too. We need to put to death our expectations of a perfect life, prepare for things to be hard, and realize the fall has affected every part of the world. We need to learn that there is nowhere we can escape from sin, because we can’t escape from ourselves. We need to learn to bring our regrets to Jesus, that he can meet us in our shame if we have wasted years of our lives.
That is certainly where I am now: putting to death my giddy 20-year-old self’s expectations of a perfect life, and trusting in the goodness of God while realizing that His definition of good is not always the same as mine. No, it is far, far better.