She says " . . . The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5, style."
So bear with me -
Recently, I've had two great friends celebrate their birthdays. One, her hubby set up an elaborate surprise getaway to a Bed & Breakfast followed on their return to a surprise pot luck party with friends. The other had
Here's the plank.
I've got childish envie up the wazoo. Yes. Grown woman, mother of three, former Army National Guard, field missionary since 1997, I. have. jumped. out. of. planes! For crying out loud! Picture me, on the floor, kicking my heals, pounding my fists. IWAANNAABIRTHDAYPARTY! I WANT SOMEBODY TO REMEMBER ME!
*sigh* (give me a minute to gather myself)
And my plank is big enough that I want someone else to remember my birthday. I don't want to tell them - because it just. isn't. the. same.
My birthday is in May and very often gets rolled into Mother's day and so it's kinda "shared" *if* it's remembered at all. Other years my birthday was remembered by my beloved, with a weak "Happy Birthday honey, but it's the end of the month . . maybe we'll do something when we get some money."
I sound ridiculous to myself.
Yet - ther' be a plank there, no doubt.
It's more like a pool for me. A self pity pool that draws my interest and just makes me want to dive in and swim around in it.
So - now to pull this sucker.
I will chose NOT to swim in that self-pity pool. And if I get my toes wet, I will pull them out quick. I will give thanks for what I have.
I know that I have friends that love me. I know my husband loves me. I know this. And if I want a birthday party - next year - I'm going to let people know. Oh - and I'm going to set aside a sum for my sweet hubby to go get something, and I'll provide him a list to chose from! And I'll give God the thanks for another year.
So be warned friends and family . . . May 29th. It will be a true "memorial weekend" if I can help it!