Thirty

I thought I was doing ok with turning 30 in less than a week. Perhaps that's not so true with all of the tears that have been falling recently. 
Not married.
Not in love with a career.
Not fully satisfied with where I am in life.
Not where I thought I'd be by year 30.

So what? I keep coming back to the truth that Jesus, not a husband or job or circumstance or friendship or relationship or location or position or possession, has to be enough for me. He alone is my rock, and I will not be shaken. How long will this last, O Lord? Maybe things will never change. I don't know what the future holds, but I will trust in His steadfast love for me. He is my strong tower when I feel weak. He is my father when I need advice. He is my friend when I want a buddy. He is my constant when I am lonely. He is my Savior and my Redeemer, and I will worship Him alone. I love You with all of my heart, Lord. Have mercy on me, a broken daughter of Yours.