Born Again…


I am not afraid of birthdays. I embrace them. Today, I celebrate my 61st.

Many years ago, I was sitting at the funeral for one of my dearest lifelong friends, Paul Marshall May, and it just struck me that I would never complain about getting older. He was a young man who would not live to see his very small children grow up and enjoy years with his family.

I think of Paul often and I miss him dearly but I honor him on my birthday as a way to remember that our days are numbered as we wait to be cross over Jordan and head homeward. Paul was so full of the joy of life and while cancer robbed him of his earthly days, his faith guaranteed him an eternity of birthdays. His legacy is his faith, his family and the beautiful music he could create on the church organ. Paul was amazing.

We grew up in church together with our families and know what it means to be born again. On each birthday, on each day, I too am born again. I walk one step closer toward Jesus and that is just all right with me.

Happy 61st birthday Paul and thank you Jesus for the many gifts you have given to me…but most of all, for the gift of grace.

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Happy Birthday…


I love birthdays so I really love today…it’s my birthday. Technically, it’s also my brother’s birthday since we are twins but what the heck…I’m claiming it for me this year.

I have never been a person who shied away from my age. I embrace it and I thank God for another year when so many friends didn’t get past their early years. This world holds illness, disease and just bad luck for so many of those we love and miss.

On my birthday, I remember the saints who have gone before me and I celebrate for them. They deserved so much more.

As for me, every day is essentially a birth-day. Each day we are reborn in Christ. Each day we should be joy-filled at the endless possibilities. Each day is another step closer to Jesus.

It’s time to celebrate.