November 8th is my birthday. I am in my thirties, not early thirties anymore, but mid thirties. My parents are dead, other family members are dead, spiritually speaking and I am looking at myself in the mirror, asking, who are you?
I know this is a time of pruning and that I should be thankful because when this season is over I will bear more fruit, for His Kingdom. And I am thankful for God's continual love. A good gardener trims, a good Father disciplines, it just hurts sometimes and it always seems to be around my birthday.
This year being the year that my Dad died, I feel a strangeness about celebrating my birthday. I simply don't want too, why celebrate when your parents, the ones who gave you life are not even here? To be honest I feel more sorry for my brother, Dad died on his birthday. Now, I can see it as a celebration, as we celebrate Marc's birth and Dad's first anniversary with Jesus-but he doesn't see it that way. Perhaps, this is sorta like what I am feeling right now. Why celebrate when all is so gloomy? Well, I think I know the answer and that is Jesus! I know who my King is and no matter what is taken from me, no matter how naked I am stripped, He is still my King and I will proclaim Him from the roof tops. So even though I am feeling a little blue-I rejoice in having been made by a loving God who is always with me. I rejoice in the gifts I having been given, the friendships I have and the plans God has for me. So, Happy Birthday Pammy and (note) God will quiet you with His Love!!
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