I saw God today, in contentment.
Today I turn 43. I can hardly believe it. It looks so much older written out in words than when I say the number out loud.
There were many years I cringed as my birthday inched closer. Though, I could never pinpoint the reason why. I wasn’t necessarily worried about getting older. It was the day itself I worried about.
After a couple years of this pattern, I finally started to understand what the dread was all about. It was the expectations, unrealistic or not that were creating this unhappy birthday girl.
The years I spent in Sweden taught me a thing or two about birthdays. Where I lived in Sweden, people threw themselves a birthday party if they wanted one, rather than wait for someone else to throw it for them. They made the cake and invited the people, unless they had a spouse willing to do the work. That took some getting used to. These days I wonder if there is not something to this. Our friends created their own magic rather than waiting for, or expecting it to come to them.
So this year when asked what I want for my birthday, one word came to mind…contentment. More than anything else I wanted to be content with what the day would bring. I want to know what Paul meant when he said, “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances…I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” Philippians 4:11, 12
And you know what, I think God granted my birthday wish. And not only that, but with the help of friends and family, and a beautiful morning sunrise, He created a little birthday magic.