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Tomorrow, I will be 32.

I’ve always loved birthdays. Probably because Mom always made such a big deal about birthdays – everyone’s birthday was important. I’m so thankful for that. It’s important to celebrate people, and to remind them how much they’re loved. Mom excelled at that – she made sure people knew that she loved them, and that God does, too.

I got three birthday cards in the mail today. One of them reminded me of how Mom made it a point to know everyone’s birthday, and of how much that meant to them. She encouraged others to remember and celebrate their loved ones, too. I’m really thankful for a family who remembers and celebrates me.

But, for the first time in my life, I’m not excited about my birthday. I’ve put off most celebrating until the weekend. I’m working on my birthday for the first time in years. Nothing about it feels normal. It feels like something to get through, not something to get excited about.

But, God still has a plan. He is still good. He still has a purpose for me here on this earth. So, tomorrow, I will get up and thank Him for another birthday. I will thank Him for another day of life. I will thank Him for a family who loves me. And, I will thank Him for a mom who made the best cookie cake for every birthday. 

‘So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.’ 

Psalm 90:12