35

Today I'm 35. Ouch. I have a whole bunch of friends who belong to Club 1970, but this birthday is still a little disconcerting. Ever since I could throw a party, I've held one every birthday - even the one I had in France, and I had two celebrations c/o Justin and my dear sis Marivic - so this year I thought I could get away without the fanfare and the ruckus. Unfortunately, I wasn't "allowed" to, so what the heck. It's just that 35 all of a sudden feels so very, very old. Even if H calls it the new "11"...and I hated the time I was 11!

But anyway. I've done about 60% of what needs to be done for the party tonight, even if I only got home at 11 pm. Praise God for honoring the time I set aside for Him and His service...I've been up and active since 6 am yesterday and it's now almost 3 am today, but I've done all I was scheduled to do. And put in a whole lot of worship time at this evening's CLASE outpouring, thanks to Pedro's invitation. What a way to end the day! And what a way to start "mid-life." :-) I may gripe about how old I'm turning, but I thank God for His gift of life and "longevity." He's the only one sustaining me through this journey, and so I survive only upon Him. Thanks Abba, for another year. May You continue to show me Your will in my life, and may You grant me the grace to embrace it!

And by the way, Happy Feast Day to one of my favorite missionary saints, who, together with his best friend St. Francis Xavier, inspires me on my own mission: St. Ignatius of Loyola. And thank you Mommy for not naming me after him! Hee hee.