Turning 40

It took forty years to get this sharp. The process of honing a sword is a similar process through which a man goes in life. Coming from the dirt. Removal of impurities. Heat. Pressure. Beating. Cutting. Grinding. Filing. Drilling. Shaving. Sanding. Polishing. Repeat as needed until the blade acquires the desired hardness, appearance, and edge. A dull blade is useless to the master and there is no shortcut to the process of becoming a useful tool. Through the course of my life I have battled insecurities, pride, lust, substance abuse, and rage. Sometimes through ignorance and poor choices I placed myself in the furnace, and at other times I’ve been thrust into the purifying fire through no fault of my own. These seasons, though terribly difficult, are a blessing and invaluable. The stronger and sharper the blade becomes, the more useful it becomes and hopefully eventually the greater adventures on which it will be taken. I’m so thankful for all the men and women who have poured into me to help me sharpen my iron. And of course I’m most thankful for the grace and forgiveness and redemption of my Lord Jesus Christ. I pray that I’m ready for the assignments ahead and that I will one day hear, “well done, my good and faithful sword”, or something like that. Y’all be blessed and keep fighting back with everything you have against this place that is committed to consuming you. As a younger man I didn’t always think I would make it this far, but since I’m still here I will keep putting one foot in front of the other and doing my best to stand courageously. I don’t think this world has another 40 years, but I will continue to do my best to serve my God, my family, and my country with every remaining day I am gifted.