My birthday was almost a month ago but I want you to know I just plain – LOVE BIRTHDAYS!!
Growing up, I got to pick what we had for supper. There was a cake especially for ME. I received birthday gifts. (And gifts were special because gifts were ONLY given on your birthday and Christmas.) My daddy, a truck driver, tried to be home on our birthdays.
Our two children never knew what to expect on their birthday. I bought the cheapest birthday paper tablecloths I could find. Then I would cut them up and plaster them all over the house. Sometime I hid their gifts and they had to find them. There was always cake and ice cream.
What about hubby? Well, Bill is a bit more subdued than I am so his special day usually consisted of his favorite meal, a pie and a gift that I knew would absolutely annoy him. One year he told me not to buy him anything. Well, that was not going to happen so I bought him two things. And those two dresses fit me to a T.
Yes, I love birthdays! A day to feel special. A day to celebrate who I am. Just a day ---
“Now, Mary, stop and think about what you just said,” the voice from on High suggested.
“Well, God,” I answered. “I said I get a day to celebrate who I am.”
“Think again. A day? Just a day?”
As I pondered. As I scrunched my face. As I looked up.
“Want a hint?
“Look up Psalm 71.”
“Finished? Now tell me where it says you are to only celebrate one day?”
“May I try again?” I asked in a quiet voice.
“Yes, child. Try again.”
Yes, I love birthdays! Every year I get a day to celebrate my birth. Every day I get to celebrate who I am.
From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother’s womb. I will ever praise you. I have become a sign to many; you are my strong refuge. My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long. Psalm 71:6-7