I have a true affection for Fall days of all kinds. Except for my birthday. My birthday, for many years, most of my adulthood I would venture to say, has been plagued. An unexplainable dread descends upon me on that day. Year after year, I experience an overwhelming depression which gives birth to inexplicable tears and a disposition which is irritable and discontented. Searching my heart, I have tried to understand this phenomena... I am being selfish? Do I have specific expectations? Am I desiring recognition? I am literally embarrassed to be in the presence of people on this day; it would be far better if I crawled into a hole and emerged when it passed.
My loving husband has made his best efforts to make this day happy or at least tolerable for me. In recent years, he has covered the whole week in prayer, knowing that there must be some sort of spiritual warfare involved. A faithful warrior he has been, but victory has always eluded us.
This year will usher in a new type of observance. I know the Lord will be faithful to provide the details, but I know that most importantly this year's birthday will include prayer and fasting and trusting that our Great God will accomplish great things!