Frankly, birthdays have for some time now lost their charm for me. When I was young, I can recall telling folks that "I am seven and a half; or, I am nine and a half". But, when one is fortunate enough to live a good life into one's sixties, one would feel pretty damn silly remarking "I am sixty-six---and a half". Ha.
But, here I sit, contemplating the past 67 years. The overriding feeling I have is one of thanksgiving to God for my time on earth...being able to experience life, and love, and all the emotions that go with it. I thank Him for giving me good parents, a good gene pool, a guardian angel who has delivered me countless times from sickness, tragedy, death...I often wonder, as I give thanks, why the Big Guy wants to keep me around. I mean, this dream could've ended at any time along the way, but it keeps on going. And, why is it that so many others have had their lives cut short while I have been permitted to continue on my journey?
I suppose we'll understand it better by and by. Or, as is mentioned in 1 Corinthians 13:12: "Today we see as into a cloudy mirror. Tomorrow it will be face to face."
Over the years I have wondered what the meaning of life is. I have wondered what I am supposed to accomplish, what impact I am supposed to have on society, and on others. I think I finally figured out that I am supposed to enjoy my life and look to God for leadings. I am supposed to pray and give thanks for all I have and try to love my neighbor (just about impossible) and love God and remember to be humble and be an example for others. If I do that, the Big Guy will say to me, "Well done, good and faithful servant".
Much love to all.