Happy Thirty-Whatever

~:: Djibouti Jones ::~

Tomorrow I’ll be thirty-five. Zabuur (Psalm) 90:12 says, “Teach us to number our days aright, that we might gain a heart of wisdom.” So here I am, numbering my days, perhaps not aright-ly, but numbered nonetheless.

I eat like I’m five – jelly beans from Lucy’s stash, cookies, chocolate chips from the bag mom sent from Minnesota, peanut butter licked off a spoon, and no carrots. Unless I’m trying to set a good example or Tom makes me. Stinker.

So I run like I’m twenty-five – lots of miles and the belief that my body is indestructible – but at the pace of someone who is sixty-five.

ABOUT RACHEL: I was raised in the Christian west, now I live in the Muslim east. Expat, runner, author, mother of three, wife to one, Faith-er. I write and pray for peace.

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