This is me in the outfit I bought on Saturday. I bought it with a Macy's gift certificate from my boss, which she gave me for my birthday last week. Not too shabby, huh?
My family and I were celebrating my 47th birthday, which occurred last week.
I remember when I was teaching a few years ago, one of my students asked me on my birthday how old I was. When I told her (I must have been about 43 or 44) she apologized for asking. I don't have too much of a thing about age. I was born at the time God appointed for my birth, so my current age must be the right one for me now.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.
(Psalm 139:13-18)
There's comfort.
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