This is a strange one as far as mornings go.
I arose from another night’s sleep as I’ve done on many other days. Somehow I’m supposed to feel different.
The strange thing about this morning is that they say it’s my birthday. I am somewhat satisfied that it is Monday, February 25, 2019. And it has been on this yearly calendar day for many years that I have observed a time of reflection and celebration of my birth.
But was I really born on this day!?
Who can really prove that this day is the day that I was born? Were you there?
I was. But I have absolutely no remembrance of this event, which is causing multiple social media notifications to my social media accounts. That sneaky staff at my church even sabotaged the end of yesterday’s worship service with an endearing observation.
As far as I know, there is only one other person alive that was there when it happened. But she is not here for me to interrogate. She passed over twenty of these birth days ago.
Growing up, Mother told me that I was born in Pueblo, Colorado, during a blizzard at night. She was a scared teenager and traveled as far away from home as she could get. So from her home in Jacksonville, Florida, she ran. At least this is what was told me. But I have no recollection of these events, though I was in the room firmly seeded in her womb.
Now here’s a thought – in the womb. Since I was present from conception, why must I celebrate the day of my birth and not the conception? Why are the years of my life measured from the time of delivery instead of the point of escaping the womb?
Today, I am all these years old, plus forty weeks.
This is a great day to wake up on this supposed day of my birth. I already have coffee in hand, and I woke up beside the love of my life. So I obviously have God’s favor upon my life. And apparently, “Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life“ (Kitty Collins).
It is indeed a beautiful thing to know my Redeemer planned both the day of my conception and the day of my birth. They say it’s my birthday, but who really knows? I do know it’s a good day to celebrate life and the favor of God. This is another day that He has made for me, and I will rejoice in it and be glad.
I suppose I could be one of the oddest people that some of you know as I am actually starting to enjoy the fact that I’m getting older. I’m madly in love with Lisa, and our romance continues to grow. I’m blessed to parent adult children and their spouses (I adore these millennials) and a growing teenager. Lastly, I believe that my most significant years of ministry are ahead of me, so bring on the birthdays! Well, maybe just one day at a time, sweet Jesus…
Now just as soon as I can get over this cookie hangover, I’ll head into the office.
2 thoughts on “A Strange Morning”
I’m 59 and still believe the best years are ahead of me” for 2 reasons” #1 God says “that the path of the righteous gets brighter and 2nd reason is knowing that with the years behind me I’ve gained wisdom, and wouldn’t trade that for youth”
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