Even vaster than the myriad shades of the rainbow are the memorable birthdays – each and every one – good ones – poor ones – family-loved ones.
Birthdays are a sense of uniqueness. How wonderful it is to have 365 or 366 days per year—so many days—and in that fact, one day so special. Imagine us only having a 30-day year... birthdays would hardly be special or memorable at all.
It is good to enjoy some decent and pleasure-filled reflection on our birthdays—casting our minds back to whence it all began. Throughout such a journey we can’t help recall the different parties, celebrations, mishaps, disappointments, loves and friendships.
And let’s not leave it there; we go into the future and count off our anticipated birthdays, tracking where we’re at and where we’re headed... and not in any way judgmental of ourselves; just thinking.
And, as always, we land in the present day. It’s a magnificent concept, the birth-day.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.
I use to love my birthday. And, now I think I need to rethink how I think... haha.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, it is the day that the Lord showed the world that another unique child came into the world. Thank you for this perspective Steve.
It came to (as often happens) at 2.30 AM. Good thing was I was able to get back to sleep. Thanks Shawn.
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