Today is my birthday.
As a gift to myself, I will be spending at least an hour in a favourite bookstore. Then we will meet some family and friends at a restaurant where they serve varenyky and farmer sausage almost like Mom used to make.
The day is made even better because I’ve come to the conclusion that I finally know some things.
This is important to me because I have lived most of my life outside my comfort zone. Never completely sure of myself. (A common plight for introverts, apparently.) Most of my life – from choosing a breakfast cereal to parenting – has been I don’t know what I’m doing, but let’s try this. I admire people who are so sure of themselves, and I wonder how they do it.
Now, having reached the unremarkable age of 54, I am happy and relieved to say that there are actually a few things I do know for sure. Someday I may expand on them but for today, at the risk of being too simplistic, yet in an effort to keep it simple, here they are:
Life is a series of seasons. Some seasons are good. Some seasons are bad. That’s life.
The dirty dishes won’t go away. The baby will. Leave the dishes, hold the baby.
It takes less than a second for life to change forever.
Those you love the most have the most power to wound you.
Doctors are not God. They are just people, with a medical education.
Everyone must walk his own path. Most beloved, dearest child, friend, or foe, I cannot live their life for them.
Traveling the world is exciting, but coming home is everything.
The only way to learn perseverance is to persevere.
The way I respond to what happens to me is my choice.
God can be trusted with my life – even when I can’t see Him working.
So, Happy Birthday to me. Here’s to many more years of Joy!