The big 3-0
July 30th, 2010 by Kristi Stephens
Today is my 30th birthday! This post was written in advance because today I am on the road on my way to She Speaks. This day feels surreal. It felt like it would never come. And now it is here.
I am on my way to a conference for which God has been preparing me every step of the way. Over the past few weeks He has provided funding from unexpected places, He has opened doors for appointments and resources, He has allowed me time to write and words to type. He has given me editors and people I needed to guide me along this journey.
The project that has existed in my head, in one form or another, for the past 10 years is starting to come together. It is the reason I changed my major to Bible as a junior in college.
The thing is… I thought I would feel more ready for this day than I do. I always envisioned myself beginning this book project with at least an MDiv under my belt. I thought I would have been on staff at a church. I thought I would have some kind of credentials to prove that I knew what I was talking about.
I don’t have any of those things. I have no official letters behind my name. I’m just a wife and mom. A wife and mom who happens to teach Bible studies and started blogging to encourage my Bible study ladies and keep them up to date when they missed a week here and there.
And it seems that God has said, “Now go!” (Even when I have internally responded, “Please, send someone else!“)
It is significant to me that this is happening on my 30th birthday. It seems that God is fond of the big 3-0.
- Joseph was put into leadership in Pharaoh’s court when we he was 30 years old. (Gen. 41:46)
- Saul was 30 years old when he became the first human king of Israel. (1 Sam 13:1)
- David was 30 years old when he received the crown he had waited so long for. (2 Sam 5:4)
- Jesus was 30 years old when he began his ministry. (Luke 3:23)
Today as I celebrate my birthday alone in a rental car, driving along unfamiliar country with nervous butterflies and occasional self-doubt, I find myself in good company. A boy who became a slave who became an accused criminal who became second in command to Pharaoh. A man who claimed he was from the smallest tribe and the most insignificant clan and who hid among the baggage when Samuel called him to come forward as the divinely-appointed king of Israel. A shepherd boy who killed a giant and later became a fugitive before being recognized as God’s choice to lead His people. A carpenter who most looked at as simply Joseph’s son who might have a screw loose somewhere.
God has called me to do something that seems much too big for me. And when I find myself feeling insignificant because of my small resume and lack of letters behind my name I remember – Joseph, Saul, David – they didn’t have any of those letters, either. They served a God big enough to use them, and all He asked of them was obedience.
I haven’t dreaded turning 30, I’ve looked forward to it. And now I wonder – what doors of ministry will God open in my 30th year?
We shall see. I’d like to say I’m ready, but I’m not – I just know that He’s big enough.

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