Oh my. It’s my birthday and I couldn’t be more thrilled. And that’s saying something for me. I’ve never been one to make a big deal about my birthday. And it’s not that I am making a big deal today. It’s just that I’m realizing…
I am a big deal.
I promise I’m not being conceited… but c’mon, how can I not be?
MY FATHER IS THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE.
So what does that make me?
Kinda a big deal… right?
And the things is I’ve always known this truth. But over time things have been shifting for me from knowing to believing and then experiencing. Ah yes, I am experiencing the love of my Heavenly Dad. And there is nothing that can compare to a love such as this…. sigh.
So this morning in response to the great love of my adorable God (sidenote: in a book I’m reading by George Mueller he calls him adorable! Love this!! After all, one who is adored is adorable.) I put my worship tunes on and laid on my face for awhile, and then, I got up and danced for a bit…
And about a half hour later I heard a knock at the door (oh and btw, I’m staying at a gracious friend’s place while she is out of town), I wanted to ignore it but something in me told me I better answer. So bedhead and all, I cracked the door open…
Neighbor man below me: Is Sarah here?
Me: Um, no. She’s gone for two weeks…
Neighbor man below me: Well, I live right below you and it sounds like the ceiling is coming down on me… ((he looks down at me)) and you’re really light.
Me: ((flashback of me busting a move)) Oh. I’m soooo sorry.
Neighbor man below me: ((stern look)) It’s ok. ((hurries off))
If only he wasn’t in such a rush… I could tell him the real truth that would go something like this:
I’m sooooooooo sorry. I didn’t realize my dancing around (it actually wasn’t that long or that bad… just some spinning and a bit of hopping, if you will) could be felt by you. But, you see, it’s my birthday. And I’m 35 and I’ve never been so excited because I’m grateful for the One who created me and has given me the best birthday gift ever… Jesus!
And because of Him I have inexplicable joy and peace and this new life. Yep, a new life. I actually died a couple months ago in the middle of nowhere in Mozambique. And just in case you might be wondering, as most do, Mozambique is in Africa, eastern side. And the crazy thing is, I chose to die.
So I did and they buried me…
And I am loving this life… it’s so much better than the first… I’m experiencing freedom like never before to just be, be the daughter my Father created me to be. And let me tell you, it’s pretty exhilarating, not to mention, I’m just like Him and that makes me beyond grateful…
He spoke to me after this crazy experience in Mozambique, and said this:
And then, I woke up this morning to the 35 year old me and wouldn’t you know, this is the text message I received from my Heavenly Father:
So I have much to celebrate!!! 35 and freeeeeeeeee!!
Truly, I never would have imagined 35 to be so great!!
But again, I’m soooooo sorry. I’m so sorry my birthday freedom dance caused the ceiling to feel like it was coming down. And yeah, I’m pretty light.
Romans 6:3-5 MSG
That’s what baptism into the life of Jesus means. When we are lowered into the water, it is like the burial of Jesus; when we are raised up out of the water, it is like the resurrection of Jesus. Each of us is raised into a light-filled world by our Father so that we can see where we’re going in our new grace-sovereign country.