It's My Birthday!

Yep. Exactly--cough, cough--years ago, I made an appearance into this world.

Birthdays aren't like they were when we were kids. Back then, I excitedly planned my birthday party with my mom, and all my friends came over for games, cake, and, of course, presents. I shared my birthday with another classmate, so we had to take turns with having our parties on the exact day. One year she'd have the party on the 6th, and the next year I would. An early lesson in sharing for this only child.

Tonight, two of my girlfriends will take me out for dinner at the restaurant of my choice. This year I chose Max and Erma's. I always like their food and I know it's within their budgets. My friend Ed is knee deep--correction, up to his ears--preparing for a conference where he works, so we'll be celebrating after his conference is over. I told him, fine with me. That way I won't turn older until then. Yeah right.

That's another thing. When we were kids, we couldn't wait to grow older. I remember turning ten, and being so excited that I'd reached double-digits. That's one over-the-hill birthday I enjoyed LOL. I guess it was about thirty when those birthdays started to bother me.

But, now I look at it this way. I'm only a day older than I was yesterday, and each day is the first day of the rest of my life. My earthly life as well as my eternal life. Because I know Jesus and have made Him my Lord and Savior, my spiritual birthday actually means more to me than my physical one. Good Friday, 1981 was the day I was born again into God's family. So in reality I am only 26 years old :-).

That sounds pretty good to me. Thank you, Jesus.