And here’s why. Every morning that I can remember until I was 41, I woke up to the voice of my mother singing Happy Birthday to me. Be it when I was a kid in my room or when I was older and had moved away, she would call on the phone and sing her heart out. How I miss her voice, off key and all... lol. All of that to say that anytime I hear some individual sing it to me, it reminds me that she's not here anymore. Sure saying it is fine, but the song… well, hearing it sung by one person makes me sad. I don't mind a group singing it so much, but one singular voice haunts me.
Just by natural reflex I woke up this morning, being half asleep, I reached for the phone to see if she had left a message, but then I realized that she died 6 years ago. In the split second that it took me to wake up fully I felt a wave of sadness come over me. Then, I heard her voice in my head saying “Baby, count your blessings. God is good." My tinge of sadness went immediately into a prayer of praise.
I found myself happy, in joy as I said, "God thank you! Thank you for my mother. Thank you that she taught me how to pray to you. God thank you for another year. God thank you for loving me. God thank you for blessing me. God thank you for my beautiful son. God thank you that his life is restoring mine to joy. God thank you for the blood of Jesus that allows me to be forgiven and helps me to overcome. God thank you for life and life more abundantly. God thank you that my enemies didn't win. God thank you that no weapon formed against me has ever prospered. God thank you that your hand of favor has stood with me. God thank you that I've never seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging for bread. God thank you for your word. God thank you that when my enemies came in like a flood you lifted a standard against them. God thank you for allowing me to not be homeless anymore. God thank you that you bless my efforts and my work. God thank you for 46 years. God thank you. God I stand humbled by your power. God I fall to my knees at your wonder. God I bow at your holiness. And God I marvel at your love for us all."
God thank you for another birthday.
Needless to say, by the time I got through some of these "God thank you's" I was feeling so much better. So on a high.
So happy birthday to me!! May God bless you in all you do. May goodness and mercy follow you all the days of your life.
This morning I woke up with Whitney on my mind. I couldn’t help but think about all that she must have dreamed for her child. I know this was not her dream… And as difficult as this time is for the people that love both Whitney and Krissi, what makes it more egregious is the blatant disrespect, lies, and ignorance that are rapidly printed in this awful time. For some reason, it has become human nature in our society to look for, seek out, and celebrate darkness, glory in tragedy, and enjoy reading and reporting it.
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