I discovered it creeping up on me. I could feel the wind carried from its presence brush against my body. And it freaked me out when I peered out the window and found it staring me down with its evil smirk. I know this smirk. I have seen it before. Thirty's peeking into my window.

Last Sunday my life odometer turned over to 27. I'm three years away from becoming 30! I know a lot of you will read this and think, "I only wish I was worried about approaching 30! What I wouldn't give just to feel 30 again!"

But I'm coming to that point in my life where the reality of life and all it's frailty cements into my mind. It's that time in my life where my friends have a few kids and established professions. I even have a friend from high school who completed all of his schooling and is now a practicing dentist! To know that society flocks to someone my age out there for all their dentistry needs is madness!

As I gaze out into the potential vastness of my life, I'm starting to realize that now's the time for laying the framework for the rest of it. It's time to start saving some money, bank on a profession and start raising a family. The prime of my life slowly approaches.

It's crazy to think that in less than five years I will become 30. It might sound dark, but according to the average span of life one third of my life has been consumed.

I'm at the point in my life where all those concepts of life drawn during adolescent years are coming to fruition. I've been married for five years, bought my first home and found my profession: ministry. Someday I aspire to be in full-time ministry if God so desires.

Reality really set in when we had some married friends over. There we were sipping coffee, ranting about politics and lamenting over the desolation of today's youth. It was at this point where my wife, Sam, looked around and mentioned how we've evolved into "old people."

I remember when I was younger hearing the "old folks" bickering about the government, complaining about politicians and conversing over the latest breaking news. As a youth I was terribly bored and couldn't care less about anything these people had to say.

Today I find myself on the forefront of caring how my society is shaped. The mornings find me sipping coffee glued to Good Morning America for all the latest news. I took some of my birthday money this week to subscribe to Time magazine. As a teenager I could barely even look at the cover of a news magazine, especially if it had something to do with the president or some war that those "old folks" rant about.

So here I am, approaching 30 wondering where it will find me. Only the Lord knows.