Birthdays mark an individual’s history. There is a time before you were born and a time after you were born. And that time of birth is a cause for celebration.
Sometimes though an event in our lives becomes an additional marker
of family history. For my immediate family that marker was the day and year
of my husband’s accident. Our lives were forever changed from that day on.
But that didn’t stop us from celebrating Dean’s birthday on
December 4, a day I still like to remember. I’m glad it gives me the
opportunity to forget the hard times and bask in happy memories of the many
years we had together, rather than the ones that were so challenging.
I hope that as you read this, you, too, will relish the good
times in your life. Thankfully, it seems the longer we are away from someone,
the more the bad memories tend to fade away. My faith even causes me to imagine
spending such a long time in heaven that nothing but good memories will be left.
That’s why the day Jesus comes will be the most important
day of all. It will be the day we see Jesus visibly coming in the clouds, just
as He left us (Acts 2:11). We are then reunited with lost loved ones for eternity.
He will cause all tears to be wiped away (Revelation 21:4)
What a happy celebration that will be. Much better than any
happy birthday here on earth! See 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17.
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