Birthdays have always made me a little uncomfortable and self conscious. I have a love/hate relationship between being validated and being the center of attention. And so, on this most recent birthday, I found myself comfortably offering the stage to someone more worthy than I. The sun rose on a thought I had never had before.
My birthday is the observation of that day in time and eternity that my Heavenly Father brought me into existence in order to fulfill his divine purposes in the earth and in His kingdom. I am not my own.
I spent the day marveling at what He has accomplished thus far and desiring to know what he has for the future.
It was truly humbling to reflect upon the moments of grace that have filled my life. Some were beautiful blossoms. Some were painful thorns. All were lovingly gathered into a life transforming bouquet by the Nail Scarred Hand of the One who "gave up heaven and a crown to fill the earth with heaven's sound."
That evening, my dear husband and I attended a student led worship service at the college. The last song, one of my favorites, ends with the words, "all I am is Yours."
We are all created for a purpose, and all we are belongs to that merciful, loving Creator. Through Jesus Christ, the Heavenly Father made available all that He is.
And all we are... is His.
"Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture." Psalm 100:3
