Today happens to be the anniversary of my birthday. All day I had been personally wished happy birthday, rec'd e-mail birthday wishes, phone calls....and not once did I consider, really, what it meant. Until I was checking out at a thrift shop, that is. Not quite sure now how the conversation began, but the clerk mentioned one of her daughter's whose birthday was yesterday. I replied that she shares my 10 year old's birth date and that mine was today, and I was having a great time shopping. For some reason that I can't remember now--blame it on the chemo that I'm no longer getting--she mentioned actually being a year older with a birthday. All day I knew it was my birthday, but never connected it w/being three hundred sixty-five days older. It's like a light bulb went off. Oh my gosh--I'm 55!
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be...
Psalm 139:16b
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