I celebrated my 32nd birthday yesterday. I had such a beautiful day surrounded by my husband, sons, family and friends.
While getting ready for church I had the funniest little conversation with Ty.
Ty: Mommy, how old are you now?
Me: Can you guess how old I am?
Ty: I think you’re 92.
Me: (shocked, but trying to hide it) No honey, I’m not 92. I am much younger than that.
Ty: Are you in the 90’s family? I thought you were in the 90’s family?
Me: No honey, I’m 32.
Ty: O Wow! You’re not old at all. You are much younger than Daddy. He’s 99.
I realized today that all this time my son thought that his parents were Abraham and Sarah.
Conversations like this always remind me of how young and child-like he is. I will miss the days when he no longer thinks that I am older than his great-grandparents.
Church was particularly special. I absolutely love when my birthday falls on Sundays because I get to open the new year in the house of the Lord worshiping with God’s people.
I spent much of the day in my own head. Birthdays are always a time of reflection for me. I think about the Lord’s goodness to me thus far in my journey and I think about all of the blessings that I received in the past year leading up to the day. I think of where I have grown and the impact that I have made in the lives of others. I also reflect on where I struggled the most in my life. It can be internal or external conflicts, areas where I wrestled to have faith in God, how I could have loved my family better, professional development, etc.
I cannot think of a better time to make new goals and evaluate my choices than when I was actually born. As I celebrate the start of a new year, I also think of what it represents.
While I usually begin this around my birthday, as you can imagine, this is not a one day project. True commitments require prayer and planning.
This year I began September praying about how the Lord would have me grow in these next 12 months. I know some of the plans that I have stored in my heart, but I want for His Will to be done through my life.
One such plan in my heart is to use this small space in the web to encourage other women to pursue holiness in their marriages, motherhood and all other aspects of Christian living.
This life is not to be done alone, and I encourage each one reading this post to be plugged into a community of believers. The relationships that we form with other women of God oftentimes provide the encouragement we need to follow Christ more closely and love our families more intently. Our sisters are no substitute for the Spirit of God living in us, they are co-laborers and co-partakers in the promises that we have in Christ. They have different gifts and talents, and together we are stronger in our efforts to live holy.
I know that I have personally been encouraged by other women when I faced difficulties of all sorts. It warms my heart when I receive a text message from a sister in Christ with whom I had not spoken in weeks or even months, and they just wanted to say “you were on my mind and I am praying for you and your family”. The friendships that I have forged with godly women have been a treasure to my heart…and I would love to be used by God to connect sisters in Christ and friends to one another through our experiences in praying for one another, sharing God’s Word, advising one another in the faith and rejoicing together over small and great victories.
Pray with me, as I pray on this. May the Lord’s Will be done.
In other news, I was too busy partying to get the next chapter ready. We begin with Esther 5 tomorrow Lord willing.
While all of the spotlight was on me, T. quietly turned 15 months. He too had a great day. He took an extra long nap after church and was quite a sport at dinner, though he decided to wear his plate rather than eat from it. By the time we left the restaurant, he had Parmesan sauce all over his hair and face. He is growing so fast before my eyes. I am glad to be near him watching his development a day at a time. Soon, he’ll think I’m a centennial *giggle*.