I was born

So it's definitely my birthday.

And for some reason, I can't help but to think we've got it all wrong all these years. Not the day, no... as in, not the 'date' - I'm pretty sure (we're all pretty sure) I was born on January 9th, 1987.

But in terms of... the celebration of the day. I think we all feel entitled to at least (and if we want to be honest with ourselves... we feel entitled to more than just) our birthday, out of the entire year. But why?

Why should I feel entitled to anything at all?

I'm entitled to death and judgment. Kind of bleak for a birthday blog, huh? Bleak, perhaps... but more so, probably the most honest assessment I can give, at this point.



I want to make my birthday about other people. That'll be hard, at first... but maybe not as hard as it would be with out the Lord. I've had 22 of these things, now - 22 of them, and they've all been about me... but what better day to try and honor YHWH than your own birthday?



Snap.


On a side note....

It's pretty windy, outside... and warm... and it's awesome. And we get internet from Centre Point Church in this one little (and comfy) spot on the couch. The new laptop is holding up well and things are looking good :) Erin Augustson is amazing and I got a call from my parents this morning wishing me a very happy birthday.

and Erin and I took 176 pictures on my webcam in 1 night. :)