While it’s not unique to have a birthday, recent circumstances provide me with a fresh perspective for this birthday.
Last week I returned from a six-week trip to East Asia. A few hours, visiting an orphanage, were the most difficult of my stay. The children aren’t awaiting foster-care or adoption. Neither is a possibility for them. They’re home—a home that took my breath away because of the stench. Nannies stared at a television as they peeled apples and changed diapers. I fought back tears as I held babies and sang Jesus Loves You.
It’s impossible to have been in that place and not be effected. And honestly, I was glad when it was time to leave. I can’t imagine calling that place home.
There’s not been one moment when someone didn’t care for me as their child, sibling, or spouse. My life has always been, and is, cherished. Modeled after the generous, unending and sacrificial love of Christ, my family’s love is an unwavering gift. Too often I’ve failed to realize its rarity.
This year I grieve over thrown-away children and broken vows—everywhere, all the time. I also celebrate those who’ve pressed on and chosen to love.
I delight in our adopted grandsons (and their siblings and cousin). Reading, singing, tickling, hugging, and celebrating achievements are treasured moments. I’m thankful my children were sensitive to the call of the Father to open their arms wider.
Balloons, ribbon, wrapping paper, and cake seem so frivolous and extravagant. But, in some ways, so called for—a celebration of life and love!
I had one childhood birthday party. My mother wrote on the invitations, “No gifts, please.” Over the years, she made a few birthday cakes. When I was old enough, if I wanted a cake, I made it myself. Mother never embraced typical birthday celebrations. I wish I could discuss that choice with her today.
I’m torn. Should I be in the kitchen baking? It’s not about me, it’s about celebrating life.
My nearly three-year-old granddaughter has been looking forward to cake for weeks. Her wait is down to eleven days. For her, I’m pretty sure it’s about love. Those birthday cupcakes will make her feel special. And she is.
You are too!
If you like cake, bake one today—on my birthday—and celebrate love given to you by family, friends, and God.
Happy Day!
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