I turn 40 today. What a fluke, I have to blog on my 40th birthday! I'm settling into my new town of Redcliffe, things are travelling very well in my new church. I'm very much in love with my wife and kids, and I've even got back into the routine of writing, having recorded twenty, 1 minute 'at the top' spots for Brisbane radio 96.5 last week.
But 40! Isn't this the age when you are suppose to reflect on your life and have a mid-life crisis! All the things I haven't done! The realisation that perhaps life wasn't about what I thought it was. Maybe that doesn't start until tomorrow, but I don't want to trade my wife in for a younger model [she is still the younger model in my eyes! Va-va-voom!] My kids are getting more and more interesting as my daughter hits high school and is becoming so grown up, and my son can finally play sports at nearing my level!
I think about my life and I am truly blessed. I have achieved even more than I thought I would. Things I never dreamt about, like being a writer. A published writer! [and I did remedial spelling lessons at school]. My voice and thoughts are on radio. I write for sight magazine [online]. I have over 10 published books to my name and two DVD's. I even have a jigsaw puzzle and an activity book with stickers! WOW! I'm not trying to boast, I'm praising God! Who would have thought.
I'm also happy in my work, indeed passionate about it. It's nice when people are saying, 'that was your best sermon yet!' after a Sunday message. Don't get me wrong, my life isn't perfect, and I don't get everything my way - but I can't help but be astonished at the hand of God in so many things, even the hard things.
It contrasts what I heard in the media this month. A new survey reports the thing the current generation want to grow up to be the most - is not a fireman, or policewoman. It's not even an environmental scientist to save the world - it was this - to be famous. Famous.
Famous for what? Does it matter? Indeed isn't that why some young girls will take off their clothes and put the footage on Mybay? Just to be famous, or more correctly - to be noticed. Wow, we live in a world full of people with a growing need to be noticed. Desperate. I have to ask myself, is that why I write?
If I'm honest, I see that side of myself. I too desperately want to be noticed. It is a basic human need. 'Am I valuable?' But there is another side of my writing. I write because I have something to say. There is something bursting within me that cries to be told, that is desperate top be shared. What is that? It is this, I have met the Great Noticer, and it is in him, that all our need to be noticed can be found.
My family value me, that is good. My wife notices me, that is wonderful. Even some of my colleges and the general public know who I am, that is nice. But it is only because the Great Noticer knows my name, that I know I am valuable. He stretches out his hands and says, 'this is how valuable you are.' Because of that, I can live safe within his arms forever.
Fame. Famous. To steal a line from Cool Runnings. 'If you aren't enough without it, you won't be enough with it.'
So as I contemplate 40, I'm so glad I've noticed the Great Noticer, and I can see that my life is not wasted, and my writing is not in vain.