So, I turned twenty-one yesterday. I had a wonderful day. Eight years ago today I was baptised – something I had been waiting to do for nearly eight years. In the past eight years, I have become very adept at marking the anniversaries that have caused me great pain or trauma – but this year, I have been reminded to celebrate and remember the golden days, and these days contribute to our character as much as the bad days. Too often, I have turned to God in mourning or lament – but not enough in celebration. This past week has reminded me that I have much to be thankful for. I have felt so loved! So, I’m going to try and remember all that I have to be thankful for -both from the twenty one years that have passed, and for the hopes I have for the next twenty-one years!