Well, another year has passed and you edge closer to the false summit known as 30. But you aren't 30 yet, so you still don't know it's a false summit. I've been thinking about the notion time seems to force upon us—that there is a peak, an age where you've reached the pinnacle; and on the other side is a slow downward trudge into old age, where everything begins to break down. It's all a lie. Jesus showed us as much. For the goal is to know the Father, to live in Him and He in us. As we walk He is busy at work, carving us into His image, giving us greater freedom from our brokenness, freedom to walk deeper into His will, His heart, and His Spirit. So, how could age, which brings experience and more maturity in Him, suddenly turn and descend? Instead it is the steady march, the marathon we run, holding to His purpose, only to find that the physical decay that comes with age was an illusion; for at the resurrection of the dead we will have new bodies—perfected bodies. That is what we march toward, that is the summit.