I love birthdays. I am not ashamed to admit it. I want to be that 87 year old woman one day who throws herself a birthday party–and who can have fun whether or not anyone actually attends the party. This morning I brought scones in for my co-workers to celebrate my birthday, and I made the coffee. This morning I took myself out and bought myself some face stuff that I wanted. (Notice I didn’t try to play it off as if I needed it.) Then I bought myself some great sushi for lunch. And I bought and cooked the food for my birthday dinner and dessert.
I truly believe that every moment I am alive is a gift from God. And you know what? I’m gonna celebrate every year. For most of my life, I haven’t valued myself. As a matter of fact, I’ve loathed myself. But that is changing as I grab a hold of who God is, and who God has created me to be. If, after He created everything, God looked at it and said, “It is good,” does it not stand to reason that when God created me He took a look and said, “She is good!”?
So, on this, my 32nd birthday, I am celebrating one of God’s creations. Me. And I will continue to do so, every year on this date, as long as I have breath in my lungs 🙂