photos via Jennifer Stamps Photography
My birthday is on Sunday and all I asked for was rest. Internal and external rest with the exception of a few projects around the house. We haven't had a weekend at home in weeks and I am craving time alone with Jon...cuddling up on the couch, lighting candles, napping, drinking hot chocolate, going out to dinner, hitting up Home Depot, getting froyo, and focusing on absolutely nothing.
I've never been one to want to celebrate my birthday extravagantly, but this year my birthday reminds me of my spiritual birthday. I don't know the date, or really the time frame for that matter, but I know that in the gospel, Jesus tells us that no one can enter heaven until he is reborn of water and the spirit (John 3:5). I grew up a believer and assumed my relationship with the Lord from an early age but there came a point where I realized that my heart was shallow and uninterested. On Sunday I will be reflecting and rejoicing that I have made the choice to disciple in my faith. That I am born again in Christ's love and will continue to celebrate the sanctification of my heart. The greatest birthday I'll ever receive.