I think I'm growing up...

What's it like to grow up, to realize one is becoming something? I look around at the way my life is going and I am astounded...

• I am forty now. Where is life going? I'm not old (though my kids seem to think so!), but I'm no longer young. My knees ache already - I thought that was for people much older than me. It feels like halftime of a big game...much has been accomplished, but there's only so much time to push toward the end.
• My oldest daughter is now in high school. I drop her off at school and I feel both excited for her as she's experiencing so much, and I feel tentative at the wounds she may experience. My youngest daughter is in first grade. There's such a span there...it won't be long before I start marrying them off.
• God is more real to me now than ever before, but there's so much growing with Him yet to do. I feel like Philip, one of Jesus' followers, who asked Jesus to "show them the Father." Jesus' response: "Philip, don't you even know who I am, even after all the time I have been with you?"

Maybe you feel the same? I don't know. But the more I think about it, the more I hope I'm growing up...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod