Today I turn 28 and also 20 weeks. Half way there.

I will no long mourn change …What if praise were a sacrifice ?

I praise the Father for 28 pretty incredible years.

I say thank you to the mother who birthed me, this day, a Monday too.

I say thank you for the home that raised me and all those the leaf piles that I remember needing diving into once i hopped off the yellow school bus.

For my mother making me feel so special on my birthdays. When I was tiny… and yesterday.

For the way she would let me eat birthday cake for breakfast.

For the birthday parties that became all night adventures that included “camping” in an old 1950s pop up camper… with endless go fish games….



For all those boxes of love shipped to me on my birthday when i lived too far….

Perhaps its the hormones, they have me feeling all of life these days on ” broil” instead of the steady “simmer” i remember not so long ago… but this birthday, feels a little different.

No special number, nothing particular…. except that it is this day that changed my mother’s life. It made her a mother…. and my world changing is approaching too.

I now wonder how she might have felt. Excited? Scared? What would i look like? Could she actually do this? …. it was this day… those expectations were met with reality.

My parents drove 3 hours each way to have lunch with me yesterday. They hardly left the driveway before I wept. Feeling so humbled by them giving their love so freely.

I praise the Father for the gifts he gives us on earth to remind us of the joy to come.

This season, I have not been particularly “good”  — or up to — “doing lots of good things”

… o that works based theology is a hard bed mate to kick.


BUT,  this season I have felt so deeply loved. Loved by my darling husband, friends, family and my Father. Imagine that, that we can’t do enough good things to impress the God of the Universe, but rather are loved mercifully in spite of ourselves.

Today… this day.. one woman’s world changed and she has not stopped loving me to best of her ability since…

Today… i am reminded that this woman’s life is changed when the Father reminds you of how loved feels..

May you, birthday or not, feel loved and appreciate the gifts that make your world sparkle.







About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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