I always try to write a post for a dear friend on their birthdays, but today I am writing for me. Selfish, yes, but I’ve been a bit down this morning, well this whole past two weeks really, and writing cheers me up, so here goes:
It always rains on my birthday – either the day before, on the day or the day after. Yet not today… today it is 26 degrees Celsius outside and I’ve been wondering the whole morning what was going on. You see, I’ve always considered rain on my birthday as God’s way of blessing me (abundantly), just like the song “Holy spirit rain down”. So why not today? Did I do something wrong???
Then I was standing by the window just now, looking out at the beautiful day outside and it dawned on me – HE WAS BLESSING ME! As always, He knew what my spirit needed. I don’t need rain, cold and wet. I need SUNSHINE to brighten up my life, to shine on my face, to make me feel grateful that he cared enough about how I was doing to send me a beautiful day to bless and cheer me up on my birthday! Thank you Father, for looking out for your daughter!
And then to top it all off, I just got a call from hubby from the road, who played me the intro of our wedding song (Shania Twain’s From This Moment, but WITH the intro), which has the most beautiful words. I knew I felt like crying this morning, but at least I cried now for something sweet and beautiful and heartfelt! He’s such a sweetheart! He knew I was feeling a bit down too… sniff-sniff…
So, you see, it’s not my age that gets me down, though some things have started to SERIOUSLY go South! I don’t mind growing older as long as I enjoy every step of the way. It seems that since I hit my 30’s I stopped counting anyway. I have to go back to my birth year these days just to remember how old I am! I’m blessed in so many ways, I have a loving husband and two beautiful daughters who I adore. My frustrations are all life related and I’m hoping that this sunshiney day will be the beginning of new things, new beliefs, new traditions…
So as I am today – BE BLESSED!!! C.
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