another kingdom

Today I celebrate that day.

Too many years ago, I was pushed into this world. As Ann Voskamp, another writer puts it: …came into this world with clenched fists, we all do. And clenched it was for many years.

Mum was glad I was a girl and dad wanted a boy and I lived hard in between.

Then, another day came, many years later when I was not pushed but drawn into another world, another Kingdom – my happy birth day. A new me, a woman -loving quirky hats, striding life in swanky shoes and celebrating with pretty cups of tea.

I’m grateful for the birth day because I was given the opportunity to come to know this King of the other Kingdom. He actually loves being with me, so much that I’ll never be alone. And there’s place for me at his table.

Now, as we sit at this pizza table to say happy birthday, I’m grateful.

I love catching him, my king, moment by moment as he drops big little surprises on me, just to say, “I love you.” Like this pizza meal with my family. Like the soft drizzle outside. Like the wild geese journeying to the sun.

It encourages me to live the present with enthusiasm; look to the future with hope.

Today was another happy birth day.