On this brisk fall/winter morning, I wanted to remember–to be thankful for the wonderful 25th birthday celebration I had. Here’s the run-down:
The Friday before my birthday, my husband’s family took us out to dinner, enjoyed dessert at our home, and showered me with gifts. I’m really looking forward to using my cake decorating tips!
The Sunday before my birthday, one of my teens–Ashley–planned a surprise party for me. She made me a card and had everyone sign it. She had her mom bake me a cake and deliver it at the end of youth group for the whole group to celebrate with me.
The Wednesday before my birthday, another one of my girls–Michaela–had her grandma buy me a personalized cake and surprised me with at Bible Quiz practice. It was so sweet.
The day OF my birthday I woke up in Nashville, TN for the National Youth Workers’ Convention. My phone started vibrating at 6:30am (though it was 5:30 with the Nashville time change) with messages from all of my youth group teens. It was a great way to wake up. I found tons of sweet notes on my Facebook wall from friends and family near and far. After I got ready for the day, my romantic husband gave me the most hysterical photoshopped card. He included a wonderful heartfelt note besides, but seriously, check out this picture:
- The beautiful diamond ring on my finger.
- The French I learned in high school.
- Being Italian. (“ih-talian” not I-talian.)
- All of my birthday cakes.
- The inside jokes I still laugh about with my sister.
- Home videos.
- Headgear. (yeah, I know.)
- My stand mixer.
- The 10-15 Bibles I own.
- My love of chocolate.
- My daddy’s lap.
- The need I have for organization.
- My propensity for deep relationships.
- Hot tea.
- My mom, my friend.
- A friendship that has lasted since birth.
- My teenage girls.
- The love of my husband.
- The way my life is overflowing with rich relationships.
- God’s provisions. Always.
- Worshiping my Lord.
- The process of learning that life isn’t about me. It’s all about Jesus. ALL. about. JESUS.
…because often enough I try to just let Jesus come to me.
I sit in church on Sunday mornings, I play bass guitar, I baptise (which was awesome…Christopher Brian is now a baptized member of our church family!), and I listen to one of our teens preach the Sunday morning sermon…I spend a relaxing afternoon hanging out with my brother, and then I lead almost 20 teens in a study of Chan’s book ‘Crazy Love’ before shipping them all back home to start their weeks.
Sounds like a great day…until I realize that I’ve forgotten to spend time alone with God.
In the middle of doing so much work for the church, I forgot to invite God to spend the day with me. It happens far more than I would like to admit. I get too busy, I get too tired, I get too…something. And I let my first love slide.
So this is my friendly reminder to you all. Don’t let the opportunity to spend time reading God’s word slip by. It’s too good to let go. It’s too important to put off. It’s too vital to not drink in every chance you get.
So go find your bible and read for a bit.