On the year of five and twenty.

Today is my 25th birthday.

Typically, I love birthdays. I let everyone know as they approach. I go so far as to celebrate my half birthday mid-year.

This birthday, different story. It’s been the first birthday that I felt the weight of age. So, I tried to ignore it as it quietly approached. I couldn’t avoid it though, and well, here it is.

This birthday hasn’t been as scary as I thought it would be though. And today, although feeling old, I am also feeling loved. Loved by Jesus. Loved by my family. Loved by my friends. And all of these mean so much to me. So many kind things are said to me on my birthday, and this year has been no different.

 

Thank you to all of those that love me, despite the fact that I am getting wrinkles.

 

Thank you to God that though I may be poor in pockets, I am rich in love.

Thank you to God that as my body gets closer to death, my spirit grows more alive.

Thank you to God for giving me 25 years of life, and I am praying for 25 more.

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