It’s my birthday today – 34! Who would have thought I would ever be middle aged! I suppose technically I don’t know how long I will live for, so perhaps now is not the middle! I’m not one for celebrating my birthday – I don’t dislike it but it is also not something to make a song and dance about. When I was younger it wasn’t a great day as 1st September was always back-to-school day at home. Now I’m in South Africa it is Spring Day – a much nicer day.
I was challenged recently by reading a Joyce Meyer book given to me by a friend ‘Eat the Cookie, Buy the Shoes’. It has made me ask myself if I am celebrating enough the life that God has given me? I’m not fussed about celebrating my birthday for a week and spoiling myself, but do I really stop to think and thank God for the breath in my lungs, my heart beat, for another day? In the mundane, ordinariness of life we often fail to remember the extraordinary creation we are.
I found this Australian version of Psalm 139 in an email the other day – it is one of my favourite Psalms so hearing it in other versions is refreshing:
I give up trying but you are with me just the same.
You have taken a good hard look at me, LORD, and you know exactly what makes me tick.
You know when I’ve got my feet up and when I’m on the job; you can read my mind like an open book.
You see where I am going and where I stop, and you know all about what I do and why.
You know exactly what I am going to say, LORD, even before I open my mouth.
You are in front of me, behind me, beside me; your hand on my shoulder at every turn.
All this is more than I can get my head around; I pinch myself, and struggle to take it in.
It was you who put me together, every part of me; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I sing your praises, LORD, for the way you have made me fills me with awe.
Your creative works blow my mind; too wonderful for words.
You could see me clearly before I was born; you watched me taking shape in the secret depths and laid out the intricacies of nerve and muscle.
You kept your eye on me from conception to birth. My life lay before you like an open book before I had even lived a day.
Your thoughts are way beyond my grasp, God, and they add up to more than I can count. Deeper than the oceans, outnumbering the grains of sand;
Thank you Lord for giving me another year with which I can love, laugh, cry and care.