I’ve been melancholy lately . . . I find myself slipping into moments of reflection, remembering where my life has been, wondering where it is going. I am amazed by the speed at which I have moved from one phase to the next. I notice the ages of people more. When I see someone is in their mid twenties, I consider myself to be in the same phase of life. Then I realize I’m almost 40. Weird. I’ll notice someone’s age in their early forty’s and subconsciously register them as older. Then I realize I’m just a few years away. Weird again. On the one hand, it’s sobering to realize that, according to statistics, my life is more than half over. On the other hand, I’m elated that I made it this far. I miss my 20’s body, but I’d like to think that my heart has softened a little with time and experience. That’s for the best. I listened to a song by John Mayer this morning called “Stop This Train” which is about this concept of life moving us forward without our consent. It sure feels that way sometimes but it’s comforting to know that God has prepared things for me to do with my life. My days have a purpose. Every minute, season and year are a part of the ultimate journey of making my life count for eternal things. This train will keep on movin’ until it’s not supposed to anymore. It’s a short journey, make it worth the trouble.