My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
(Psalm 139:15-16 ESV Bible)
As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.
(Ecclesiastes 11:5 ESV Bible)
I have a birthday this week on Tuesday the 31st and I will turn 39 years old. As a matter of fact, August is a big month for birthdays in my family.
My daughter, Norah, had her 1st birthday (now 3) on the 7th. My mother also named Nora had her 77th (now 79) birthday the next day on the 8th. My sister, Gwendolyn, had her birthday on the 14th and my son, David, had his 8th (now 10) birthday the next day on the 15th. I have two nephews with birthdays on the 30th and 31st. And I have a good friend whose birthday is on the 30th.
Because of this month, I have always thought about the significance of the birthdays. And anyone who knows me will realize how important birthdays are to me and that I try to remember my family and friend’s birthdates as much as possible.
However, I have noticed in our culture most people either downplay, dismiss, or even criticize their birthdate. Especially after they have turned 30.
I have to write, I just don’t get that at all!
Go back and read those two scriptures at the top of this blog post. God knew us before we were born. God knew us while we were in our mother’s womb. God knew us and choose the day we would come into the world and be a part of humanity.
Thinking about that last sentence just blows me away. The fact I had absolutely nothing to do with being born on August 31st is incredible. I didn’t get choose if I could be born on August 30th or September 1st. Or I couldn’t tell my mother I wanted to stay in her womb for a few more months. I was born in St. Petersburg, Florida. Have you been to Florida in August? It’s Hot!!
I’m so appreciative that I get to celebrate my birthday each year. It means that God wants to me continue to be a part of humanity and enjoy the life he has given me.
However, it seems there are a lot of people in our culture who don’t enjoy or care about their birthdays. I have lived in five cities in my adulthood and everyone acts the same way towards their birthday. Either they downplay it or complain about getting older or are bother by other people recognizing it. I have to write that has always bothered me.
I feel that by not properly acknowledging your birthday you don’t fully appreciate God’s creation of you and the life he has created.
I know some of you read that last sentence and felt I was a little harsh about this birthday thing. But, I will stand by it because we only get one chance at life and if we truly love life then we have to honor the day the God gave to us.
People will come and go out of your life. Money comes and go out of your life. Jobs will come and go. Unfortunately, marriages don’t always last. (And some people celebrate their anniversaries more than their birthdays) But, birthdays are permanent.
My hope for this blog post (more than any other I will write) is people began to honor the day they were born. I believe by appreciating our birthdays we will honor God more than anything else will ever do in our lives.