keep calmOkay! I had to do this.  But I have more reason to write about December 21, 2012 than most folk.  It’s my birthday and it’s a big one.  That is, it’s a big number.  For many people, my age might even signal the end of the world.

However, I don’t intend to go away today.  I plan to live to my societal prophetic 100 years and continue to work.  There is a great deal of freedom that comes with age.  I’ve heard from a variety of people different milestones that change you.

My good friend Mama Poulsen said that 50 was the changing age.  When my friend, Grace Caldwell, died at 79, her only regret was that she didn’t reach 80.  “Because at 80 you can say and do whatever you want.”

me rabbittSince I’ve pretty much lived that way many years of my life,  maybe it’s time for me to pull back.  Whenever I asked my husband for his opinion about a decision, he used the old phrase, “Do whatever you want.  That’s what you always end up doing anyway.”  When he said it, I chaffed at the notion.  Nevertheless, looking back, I see that he was right more times than he was wrong.

Of course, I had three children and a fairly demanding husband; but in the end, I’ve seen circumstances and realities change to the point that I seem to “end up doing whatever I want.”  Through this, I’ve learned that in the Christian life sacrificial giving often becomes a doorway to your greatest blessing.  The first really become the last and the last often finish first.

HB to meIt takes years to comprehend.  Yet in God’s economy, there is a strength in weakness.  The poor in spirit always obtain the heavenly riches.  Those who weep acquire the greatest consolation because their comfort emanates from the throne of God.  And the whole earth will be given to the humble.

Happy Birthday to me!  I pray your day will be as blessed as mine.

I woke up at 6AM with the familiar beep-dong of my iPhone that tells me that I have a message on Facebook.  I was a bit startled because I don’t EVER get messages that early.  Then I remembered it was my birthday.  I repositioned myself under the warm quilt and went back to sleep.  By the 13th beep-dong in about 15 minutes, I turned down the ringer because I planned to finish my birthday “sleep in.”

I’ve always loved that my birthday was four days before Christmas.  In my family growing up, all gifts and attention centered around Christmas.  We got one gift for our birthday but more gifts than we could count for Christmas.  Therefore, birthdays were barely recognized.  However, mine was special because I could get condolences all year round because–sadly–I was a “Christmas baby.”

As the years have passed too swiftly, I’m still happy to have my birthday four days before Christmas.  I have a cake being cooked by my daughter, a day planned with my granddaughter, a “Happy Birthday, Grandma,” from my grandson.  My Facebook beep-bong keeps singing.

I am blessed and happy that I’m having another birthday.  In fact, my heart is singing, “Happy birthday, to me…”