My birthday is generally a source of anxiety for me. Perhaps it’s because of a history of tragically, hilariously pathetic birthdays past. Like the year I thought my (ex)boyfriend was throwing me a surprise party, so I turned down a weekend in New York with all my closest friends. Turns out he just forgot. He said sorry, but came to church with me as a consolation prize. (Aside: Ladies, don’t date unbelievers…) Or the year everybody blew me off cause I was sober and loved Jesus and didn’t have any Christian friends. Or the year my only friends had planned something fabulous but got in a huge fight and most of what they’d planned had to be canceled… and I sat waiting by the phone for hours then everything was tense, rushed, and awkward when we finally did get together.
Last year was delightfully mediocre. I went to small group, most people didn’t know it was my birthday. We ate cake and I went home and that was it. It came and went without a hitch. That was nice for a change.
This year, as I hung my 2010 calendar on New Years Day, I saw the 15th looming like a big black rain cloud. I was tempted to just cross it off entirely and ignore that there even was such a day in January, much the same as some old hotels and skyscrapers neglect to include a 13th floor in their building. But then, I remembered…
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Matt and Johanna tell me I have a bad habit of “forecasting grief”, and I’m sad to admit they’re right. So I resolved before the Lord not to do that for my 23rd birthday. I’m glad I did – because I’m convinced I have the best friends on the planet and I know they’ve already got something in the works. So here’s to looking forward to a good birthday with my favorite Minnesotans.
Music: DCFC- “A Diamond and a Tether”