Twenty-seven. It suddenly sounds very old, even though I'm among the youngest of my friends.
I am twenty-seven with a house.
Twenty-seven with a good, strong marriage to a man I love.
Twenty-seven with a car I own.
I will soon be the mother of two kids, at twenty-seven.
I am also still quite insecure, at twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven with a propensity towards sticking my foot in my mouth.
Twenty-seven with not a clue about what God has for my future.
Twenty-seven and still not sure I'm applying make-up correctly or using adverbs correctly.
Still comparing myself to others, at twenty-seven.
Still thinking my nose is too big, at twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven and still reminding myself I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Twenty-seven with a faith I don't always understand, but always see working in my life.
Twenty-seven, believing in prayer.
Twenty-seven, struggling, striving, learning, growing, changing.
Thankful that God has allowed me to see twenty-seven years.
And here's to the year to come!