There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who want everyone to know it’s their birthday and those who pretend they don’t want everyone to know it’s their birthday.
In the past, I’ve had a hard time accepting birthdays. I hated saying my age and mourned the turning of a page that indicated I was getting older.
Two realizations have helped change my perspective.
1. When I wake up on Oct. 26, I won’t be a year older. I’ll just be a day older than I was on Oct. 25. Everyday I get another day older. But my birthday is the only day I get cake for it. Cake, presents, cards and people saying nice things all day – What’s not to love?
2. Trying to deny my age is committing a sin. It’s being ungrateful. Although I’m not exactly thrilled with turning 35 (it did hurt just a little to say it) I don’t wish I was 32 or 25 or 18. For to take away those years would take away God’s work and the blessings he has given in each of those years.
So I’m turning 35 (it was a little easier that time) which means God has given me another year. That’s not a reason to mourn. It’s a reason to rejoice.
October 26 is the day the Lord has made. For no other reason than being alive, I get to have a party.
Let’s eat cake!
