Birthdays

Being born is the most significant thing that can happen to you in life, its only equal is death.

We tend neglect how important our birthdays are to us, we tend to just see them as the point in which your age increases numerically by a value of 1.

However in truth, birthdays are more than that, they are a celebration of one's life and point of reference for starting anew. Each birthday is a rite of passage, the stepping stone to an older more mature you. Each birthday you celebrate is an opportunity for you to celebrate the gift of being alive, of drawing breath. It is essentially a celebration of creation.

2 friends of mine have celebrated their birthday recently and a 3rd friend will be celebrating her's on the 6th

Mae Gyin celebrated her's on the 3rd, a Sunday

Mae Gyin is a doll, one that beats me to a pulp with every chance she gets. She's in Australia at the moment but my arm still feels ghost pain from the beatings. At heart Gyin is kind and good soul, we've had our ups and downs, but she will always be my lil sister from another mother. Haha. I'm happy she had a birthday, I'm glad she was born, I met her on her birthday 2 years ago and she was ill, I remember being sorry for her, and that is why we spoke that day, and that is how we became friends. Made a difference to my life.

Charisma celebrated her's on the 4th, a Monday

Charisma, as her name suggest is filled with charisma, filled with life, life is creation, we are creation. It is good to see life in her, to tap some of that life makes all the difference for the people around her. I have found that I feel better around her, her nature makes me feel alive. The first time I met her, she scared me it was 2 years ago. She just walked up to me and asked me whether I could drive and whether I had a car. Yes to the 1st, no to the 2nd. But that sparked a friendship that has lasted 2 years now, it has endured the strain and yet it still remain unbroken. I'm glad to have met her. She has also shaped my life.

Victoria celebrates her birthday on the 6th, a Wednesday

Vicky, one of the clumsiest people I've ever known, provides the rest of us at church with more sporadic entertainment. She's in Russia and I do miss her dearly. We grew together and with every birthday she grows more lovely. It is sad that we do not see each as often as before, but the short time that have together when she returns on holiday is all the more precious because of our separation. She is like family. And we are united in the body of our Saviour.

Your birthdays are important, not just to you but to the people around you.

In Christ

Tristan D.