"IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!"
I shout this out at least twice a day- knowing very well it isn't my birthday.
I know people find it strange, maybe even a little childish. And that’s fine, because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
You see, birthdays were (and still are) a big deal to me. Coming from a home that celebrated them, every year- no matter how big or little the celebration was- I always associated birthdays with joy, attention, hugs, cake, and a deep sense of being seen. That one day felt like the world stopped just to say, “You matter.” So now, even as an adult, I carry that childlike celebration in my spirit—and I let it spill over into every day I’m blessed to wake up.
It’s that child-likeness that keeps me grounded. It reminds me to appreciate the very little things. Like a good laugh. A warm meal. A text from a friend. Or a breeze that comes just when you need it.
Jesus Himself said in Matthew 18:3, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
That childlike joy? It’s not immaturity. It’s worship. It’s choosing to marvel at the simple fact that you woke up and there’s still purpose in your lungs. That God hasn’t forgotten you. That you're deeply loved—no matter what the calendar says.
James 1:17 reminds us: “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights…” So yes, if I want to call today my birthday, I will. Because today is a gift. Every day is. And we don’t have to wait for candles and balloons to say thank You, God, for me.
So, the next time you hear me shout “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” just know—I’m living out loud in gratitude. I’m choosing joy. I’m staying in awe of the daily miracles. I’m practicing childlike faith in a grown-up world.
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the gift of life—every breath, every heartbeat, every moment.
Help me to never lose my childlike wonder.
Teach me to celebrate the ordinary and find joy in the mundane.
May I always see myself through Your eyes: treasured, celebrated, and chosen.
Let my life be a song of joy and thanksgiving.
And on the days I forget how far You’ve brought me, remind me—gently—that every day is worth shouting about.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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