December 8, 2015

In the midst of all of this holidaying, I got to do some celebrating of my own last week. Had myself a little birthday.




Let me be honest. My guys. They spoiled me. I had a day to shop and do lunch and put all laundry on hold. We went out to dinner and laughed and spotted Christmas lights on the drive home while we sang to the radio. We threw school-night bedtimes out the window.


And one of the best parts of my day? My gifts. (Hang with me. The non-materialistic aspect is coming.)


The boys picked out what they wrapped up. Hairspray, a Christmas tablecloth, ponytail ties, and a chores coupon book complete with smiley face stickmen.




Chris crafted a beautiful wooden tray. Then he really upped the celebration by adding HGTV to our TV lineup. We ended the night with homemade chocolate chip cheesecake.


These people. They know me. That’s what did it for me.


They chose gifts and places and memories that were a reflection of me. They composed a day just for me.


And then December third came and another birthday was a year away. But not the days made just for me.




God provides those every day. It’s an aspect of His character that continually amazes me. He is the God of the Universe and still the One who orchestrates each detail of my life.


He knows me.


He understands my strengths and flaws. My passions and struggles. He sees the tender places of my heart and the ones I would like to hide.


And He knows the exact time and place I should have been brought into this world thirty-some years ago. He knows. He ordains our days.


Maybe every day can’t contain cake and candles. But let’s stop and celebrate, if only for a moment, each day, the life we have been given.




"Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be."    Psalm 139:16



# Pam 2015-12-08 21:52
Really beautifully said!! We
Celebrate you and the one who m[censored] you! And I hope nothing gets shrunk during those free wash days! ;)
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# Hope 2015-12-09 18:48
With tears in my eyes & voice, I read this to Glenn. With tears in his eyes, he said "she is good!" We love you!!! Thanks for these words! We ne[censored]d to hear them!
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