This morning my husband wished me happy birthday, kissed me, then gently teased me, “Well you can always say you’re 27 – again.”
I responded with conviction – “But I don’t want to be 27 again. I’m really happy to be 48.” (See, I just wrote that in my blog!)
I have this weird thing about birthdays. I like them. I even enjoy getting older – NOT – as my husband and I agreed, the physical deterioration that may come with getting older (since my present this year was another shoulder surgery), but celebrating the past, present, future of the amazing grace story God has written in me.
One of the things I like about celebrating is hearing from so many people – yesterday Pastor Barry Howard preached about how the new technology brings with it many opportunities to spread the good Word (even though, as he said, it comes with its own set of problems.) I have to say, looking at my Facebook wall today stuns me — I am overwhelmed with gratitude as I look at the ‘great cloud of witnesses,’ the fellow saints with whom I walk this earth (please note – my birthday is on ALL SAINTS’ DAY!). As I read emails and greeting cards, I think of all the faces and stories God has privileged me to walk this era in history with. People I have met once, people I’ve never met in person but hope to meet before heaven! Brothers and sisters in the Lord; children of my womb; the dear mother who gave birth to me. I want to have lunch with every one of them (you) and catch up on their stories.
I am getting older and I am grateful! (and if this seems a little rambling to you…let me say that my birthday coincides with one of the busier days of this month…and – IT’S MY BIRTHDAYJ so I’m taking a break from clarity!)



