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Happy Birthday to Me: Remembering Gratefulness

cakeI’m so grateful to Christ Jesus for making me adequate to do this work. He went out on a limb, you know, in trusting me with this ministry. The only credentials I brought to it were invective and witch hunts and arrogance. But I was treated mercifully because I didn’t know what I was doing—didn’t know Who I was doing it against! Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus.

—1 Timothy 1:12-14 (The Message)

This week I hit the big 3-0.


I don’t feel thirty.

Then again I’ve always been the oldest of my closest  friends, and the youngest of my more adult ones.

I have always felt kind of in between though my husband is quick to remind me of my age, to which I reply something along the lines of how much older he acts considering he’s the youngest of the two of us.

(I call him my almost 60-year-old in a 27-year-old body. That usually gets a laugh, but I love him.)

He asked me on Sunday, what it was I wanted for my birthday, but to tell the truth, I completely drew a blank. I had not thought about any “wants” at all.

Our first year we were married I had just delivered our first child via c-section only a month before and was taking care of our nearly two month old then. I think we ended up having a cook out or a movie night at home. We had just moved into our two bedroom apartment at the time and there was much to do there, but a few friends came over and I was happy with just that.

For Christmas last year we bought our first Christmas tree (though we had originally planned to wait till the following year) and celebrated with a few of our good friends at home. Charles asked me then what I wanted and at the time I did have something—an updated photo editing software for my computer. The one I had worked fine, but it was almost over five years old and it seemed like the perfect time to upgrade.

But it wasn’t a big need.

Just an extra something to want.

He did buy the program, which he wrapped and tossed under the blue glow of our Christmas tree that year.

I was thankful for the gift, but even more so to have our own little family and great friends over.

However, I won’t deny that I’m a spoiled wife.

Everyone tells my husband, ” You spoil her. You know that right?

He won’t deny it either.

I am, and while I could come up with every need or want I could think about out there, really and truly everything is pretty much taken care of. All I have to do is make sure the house is clean, there’s food on the table, and that our daughter is taken care of. Sometimes I do fret about the bills—particularly the medical ones—as to when and how much and all that stuff, but for the most part there’s not a lot to worry about. Our “needs” are taken care of.

We have a home. We have beds and furniture. We have a car, though not in the best shape, but she’s reliable in the winter and gets us to where we need to.

We’re not rich. We work for minimum wage, but we’re not dirt poor either. The again we do have jobs. We have what we need and what we lack almost always finds its way to us.

God really does provide for us. (Now If I would just remember that the next time a doctor’s bill gets under my skin.)

In a way we’re all really spoiled—our small, growing family. So when my husband asked if I wanted something this year I told him, “I hadn’t really thought about it.

I had bought myself a new purse and he bought a couple pairs of pants I needed after ripping one of my only three, but other than that there wasn’t much I wanted.

There’s so much talk I hear around us in the news and on TV about this person and that person demanding this and that, or how so-and-so owes them this or that. You don’t have to look far to find someone who thinks they’re owed something from somebody just because.

It’s called entitlement.

The fact of having a right to something as though it were yours in the first place.


You see it mostly in kids, but I’ve started to notice it more and more in the adults of this nation. I’m sure other countries deal with it too. The “I just want a handout” mentality because “you owe it to me“.

It’s all about what I want.

What I want is to make sure our family is taken care of—and it is. In abundance at that. Sometimes it’s tight, but we have everything we need.

This birthday I realized I was grateful for what I had.

As a kid it was always hard to be that. There always seemed to be something to be disappointed about. I didn’t get this or that or do this or that.

In a way I kind of sounded like everybody else.

I did sound like everybody else.

This year it’s easier to know I’m taken care of and I don’t need to worry about this or that and I don’t need to buy this or that if its not that important. We could if we had the money and wanted to, but I don’t have to and I’m fine with that.

Our daughter has diapers. We have food on the table. We have a home. We have clothes. We have more than some and even though needs arise, I’m grateful for it.

I may not have been excited about turning thirty, but I guess it does have it’s advantage this year—gratefulness.

What are you grateful for?

If you’d like to share, post in the comments section below.


Copyright The Faithbook 2014


4 comments on “Happy Birthday to Me: Remembering Gratefulness

  1. noahtherice
    Jul 30, 2014

    This is on point. Loved it!

  2. Faith Mathews
    Jul 31, 2014

    I couldn’t relate more to you! I’m turning 30 in Sept and I have been asked by my husband what I want. The answer stays the same “I have everything I need, and then some, that’s good enough for me!” I’m super grateful for my children, my husband, God blessing me with an amazing fruitful career, a roof over my head, a vehicle, and most importantly the gift of adoption as a daughter of the Most High God! ♡Happy birthday dear♡

    • The FaithBook
      Aug 01, 2014

      And a happy early birthday to you! Life becomes so much more beautiful when we can learn to appreciate what we have and have been given rather than live with the discontentment we so often see around us. Now to get into the habit of reminding ourselves of these things when trouble appears is hard—I’m working on that part.

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