Turning 60: Reflections on a New Season
I was having lunch with a friend yesterday and found myself talking about my 60th birthday. I’m not usually one to make a big deal about birthdays—but as I approached this milestone, I found myself reflecting a little more deeply. Sixty feels… different. Special, even.
One birthday message on Facebook welcomed me to the “Senior Club.” Apparently, turning 60 bumps you into a whole new age bracket. What does that mean? Well, for starters, higher insurance premiums—got that notice earlier this year! But beyond the paperwork, it feels like a shift. This is the beginning of a new season. Some call it the “final” season of life—but I’ve decided to see it as a privileged one. Because now, at 60, I’m the youngest in this new demographic!
There are perks too—senior discounts at movie theaters, restaurants, parks, museums. Priority seating on trains and planes. It took me six decades to earn these privileges, and I’ll gladly accept them!
Looking back, these 60 years have been full—overflowing, even. I’ve lived across continents, witnessed both heartbreaking poverty and overwhelming beauty. I’ve sat on the dirt with women over chai brewed from questionable water source, listening to their stories and sharing prayers. I’ve also enjoyed overpriced coffee in high-end cafés, having deep conversations with dear friends. From the refugee slums in Nairobi to the lush rainforests of Congo, from safaris in Kenya and Tanzania to the serene beaches of Hawaii, I’ve cherished every moment.
I’ve lived through childhood bullying (haven’t we all faced something like that?), and I’ve raised a family on modest means while serving in the mission field—many times unsure if faith alone could put food on the table, not just for us but for orphans and those in need. My faith hasn’t always been strong, but it has always been growing. Life hasn’t always been easy—but still, I can honestly say, I’ve loved every minute of it.
Now, turning 60 means I’m older, yes—but also wiser. Calmer (though Tony might have some opinions on that!), more confident, and bolder. I want to live this next chapter with intention—unapologetically and fully. I mentioned this to a friend recently, and she laughed and said, “Since when have you not lived boldly?” Fair enough. I’ve always tried to embrace life with courage—but only because I’ve never walked alone.
Jesus has always been beside me—holding my hand when my steps were unsure, lifting me when I fell, forgiving me when I was stubborn or overwhelmed by fear. His grace has carried me through every season.
This post is longer than I intended—but I’ll end with this: I’m approaching this new decade with great excitement. I’m ready to embrace everything—and everyone—God places along my path. I want to keep journeying with fellow believers, and if my story can help even one person draw closer to the Lord, then this next chapter will be just as meaningful as the last.
Here's to being 60....Let's GO!
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