September 18, 2012
My Big 4-0!
There'll be none of that here. (YAY!) Ever since my 30th, just a few days after the World Trade Center bombings, I've seen birthdays in a different light. Suddenly, the focus wasn't on how much closer I was to my final days, but on the fact that I was still living them. It seemed selfish to whine about turning 30 when so many were grieving for a loved one that wouldn't celebrate that next birthday.
That's exactly where I am today. Why complain, when I've been given another day to breathe, another day to watch my children breathe, another day to take part in this world--whether I do it with a cane or using arthritis medicine or denture cream. (Thankfully, I'll only use one of those three!)
"However many years a man may live, let him enjoy them all."
"All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be." (Psalm 139:16b)