I was born on a Wednesday. My wife discovered this this week – her phone told her – but we couldn’t remember what the rhyme says about those born on that day. Our memory was woefully inadequate.
In some meter somewhere in the universe my age clicks on one more notch tomorrow. Ideally – and I mean this – no one would particular make a fuss of my birthday, and I would simply enjoy a kind of holiday feel to it. This goes even more so for Father’s Day, which always, for me, seems an unnecessary intrusion into everyday life. Others may differ in their opinion and experience.
I’d rather celebrate somebody else’s birthday. That is a fault, as much as a grace!
Tomorrow my niece gets married – that’s a unique and special way to celebrate my birthday.
With our own children, Ann usually, at some stage in the day on their birthdays, used to make the point that it was her birthday too – the anniversary of her giving birth to them. They have never taken up the opportunity to reward her with presents on that day though!
We have new birth in God, through faith in Jesus. God became our parent. Not in name only, but in physically giving his character, forgiveness and grace into the fabric of our lives. Every day is a new birth day, and growing in grace day.
Don’t take your days for granted. They are made to discover celebration of new life in Jesus.