I’m twenty-eight. One more birthday in my twenties and then, I will be thirty. Thirty years old. I have just realized that my value does not diminish as the Lord adds years to my life. Each birthday signifies another year in which the Lord has been inconceivably gracious and kind to me, preserving my life and keeping my soul. There will never come a day when I am less in God’s image, less saved, less a part of God’s family, less united with Christ, less who God made me. I don’t expire like a carton of milk and become worthless after a certain point. Never going to happen.