When the family gathered to put the numbers on top of the birthday cake, Irene could only find a “one,” and that is the number we used.
Recent events have made me realize that one was the appropriate number to put on my cake.
On the two consecutive days before my birthday, two friends of mine passed away. I had been friends with them for about fifty years.
In February of 2012 my son, Chris died at age 42.
In November of 2011, I narrowly escaped a fatal heart attack and had my heart rebuilt.
My takeaway from these events is that my loved ones passed and I did not. God must have more for me to do, and I will honor that by making every day count.
And so, one was indeed the appropriate number for my birthday cake. This is my first birthday of my new life.