Paying attention to myself by presenting myself with some sweet birthday wishes isn’t what I normally do. However, because my body and soul need to feel happy and loved today, of all days, I decided to wish myself a happy birthday, hoping that I might want to celebrate my born day.
When a born day’s joy is ruined by reminders of the day a parent died and the day a child was confined to a hospital bed—then died less than two months later—there is no way the birthday person will feel truly jubilant.
It is such a wonderful blessing that in the month of March God planned for the most important days of my life to happen. It is amazing how He planned for me to become spiritually alive (spiritually reborn into God’s family), saved and justified, as well as planned for me to become physically alive (physically born into my parents’ family). It is clear to me that God put my two born days in March to help me better understand both the simplicity and complexity of my “old man” and “new man” natures, primarily by their juxtaposition.
