I just hit a milestone birthday a couple of weeks ago. Funny--I don't feel any older, but the calendar is claiming that I am. I find myself scratching my head sometimes and wondering when I became old enough to have married children, old enough to be called "ma'am" in the grocery store, and old enough to realize that I am now the age my parents were when I was stepping out into young adulthood. The cliche's are true. Time flew by at warp speed, and yet I still remember holding my newborn babies as if it were just last week. It would be easy to fall into thinking that my life is half over and therefore I should hit the panic button, create a bucket list, or try to repair the broken pieces I left behind in the past, but I choose to think a bit differently. I'm moving forward and embracing the idea that it's never too late, as long as I'm alive. And just where did that idea come from? The obvious answer would be from God's word. After all, th...