onsdag 3. juni 2015

Another year

I turned 21 years old today and I've been thinking about the phrase "Happy Birthday" or as we say here in Norway "Gratulerer med dagen" (literal translation: congratulations on your day") and I am draw to question why you wish me a happy birthday, or congratulate me for that matter.

Because I didn't do anything. I didn't create me, I didn't birth me, nor do I decide my heartbeats or my breaths. That's all God. So when people congratulate me for living another year it facinates me because the only reason I am alive today is by the grace of God.

So instead of congratulating people on their birthday, maybe we should start praising God for them, thanking Him for them and continuously pray for them.


Psalm 139:13-18New International Version (NIV)

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand
    when I awake, I am still with you.

And also, today was made by the Lord, and that's why we should rejoice and be glad in it.
//pintrest (Psalm 118:24)

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