Today is my birthday. At 4:20 this afternoon I will officially be 39 years old. I am not stressing over my age. In my opinion age is a state of mind. Physically I may be be 39 years old, but mentally I am much younger. I am young at heart and always hope to remain that way.
I have no special plans for my birthday. There will be no wild night out with friends or family. No streamers and cake ablaze with too many candles. No torrent of flying wrapping paper as gifts are torn open. No trip down the memory lane of birthday’s past. Tonight I will join many from my church family as we continue work on our new building, and I could think of no better way to spend my birthday.
Today, more than any other birthday, I find myself very reflective on the blessings in my life. I woke up to my husband and son with smiles on their faces simply because today is my birthday. I got to work to find cards and well-wishes from my co-workers. Several listeners have called to wish me a happy birthday. But more than the attention that the anniversary of my birth has brought is the evidence of my place in this world.
I am, for all intents and purposes, a very insecure person. I have a bad habit of doubting what I mean to others and my necessity in their lives. Today I woke with the certainty that I am secure in not only God’s love and grace, but that of so many people in my life.
Today I woke up with the gift of another day in this world. I woke up with breath in my lungs, a roof over my head, a family that is filled with love, friends that fill my life with joy, a place in church that continues to lead me on my walk with Christ, and the ability to do my job for another day.
The sun came out today for the first time after several grey, rainy days. The sky is bright blue, and their is a gentle breeze in the air. I stood outside at work this morning, closed my eyes, and could feel the warmth from the sun, the breeze as is wrapped around me . . . I could feel God in my life, and that is the best birthday gift in the world.
Until next time . . .