38 and 364/365ths

January 19, 2010

Tomorrow's my birthday, and I can't even get over how old I am going to be. I tell people I am going to be thirty-nine, and no one believes me. Not even me. Twenty-nine, yes. Thirty-nine, not even close. I keep rechecking the math. It can't be right. Wonder, though, if people are suspicious of the number thirty-nine, because no-one REALLY is thirty-nine, are they? That's just what you say you are after you're forty. You know, "I'm thirty-nine (for the fifth time)." Maybe when I am forty-nine, I'll feel thirty-nine. But nope, feel more like twenty-nine today.

I'm having this amazing time right now, where I am having prayer answered in the most wonderful ways. It's so cool. I'm getting such a kick out of it. God is so good, but you knew that. I just have to praise Him lots and lots because He is really who He says He is. Faithful, True, Wonderful... yes, yes, and yes. Like the cave thing from my last post. The very next day after I wrote that, I picked up a book I've owned for a long time that I haven't read yet, you know one of those you always mean to read, but just haven't gotten to... I was looking for a passage on "courage" for something I needed for Toastmasters, and on one of the margins, in bold print, it read, "God does some of His best work in caves. He resurrects things." Cool, eh? Things like that have been happening, concerns I've had, problems, everything I've brought to Him lately has been readily and confidently taken care of. Little ones, big ones, hasn't mattered. But I think God gets a kick out of it too.

And, well, it just happened again.

I was having coffee today with one of the most amazing women I know, and she gave me a birthday scripture. I looked at her as she read it, in astonishment, and had to tell her that the words she spoke were about ten different answers to prayer. Here it goes:

That's why, when I heard of the solid trust you have in the Master Jesus and your outpouring of love to all the Christians, I couldn't stop thanking God for you - every time I prayed, I'd think of you and give thanks. But I do more than thank. I ask - ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory - to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for Christians, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him - endless energy, boundless strength. Ephesians 1:15-19 The Message

Oh, the utter extravagance of His work in us who trust Him!