Well, ladies, today I turned 61.
It's an ol' dreary rainy day and that's about how I feel.........old and dreary.
My oldest granddaughter called from school this morning and said "Happy Birthday, MaMa. I gotta go, the two minute warning bell just rang, I'll call you later."
My dear hubby didn't even know it was my birthday until he asked who called and I told him.
Both my daughters emailed me from their jobs and said "Happy Birthday".
I think most of us will agree that we like to be remembered by our family and friends, and shown that we mean something to them.
You know, I was just thinking while I was composing this post and feeling all down and depressed. I wonder how Jesus feels when His people don't have more than just maybe a casual thought about what Christmas really means. It is a day set aside to acknowledge His birth and the purpose of His birth. Christmas has become just a "holiday" for most people to celebrate in any way they please, except the right way. More attention is placed on Santa Claus than Jesus. We, as Christians, should focus on the true meaning of this special "holiday". We show our love to others by our giving, but let's not forget to show our children and loved ones what Jesus gave for us.
I am truly thankful that God sent His Son to die for my sins. I am so thankful that His Holy Spirit drew me to Him and caused me to realize that I needed to be saved. I received Jesus into my life over 32 years ago and He is still with me. Praise His Name!
I feel better now.
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