Life is meaningless only if we allow it to be. Each of us has the power to give life meaning, to make our time and our bodies and our words into instruments of love and hope. --- Unquote.
Today's my birthday and I planned it to be a quiet one. Last night while lying in bed I waited the few minutes ticking away slowly drawing me closer to my special day. And as I lay there with what seemed an eternity, I began counting blessings with the tick-tockin' of the hands of the wall clock.
Blessings. Because there were many -- seen and unseen, felt and sometimes not, understood and again not -- running through the years of my existence. Blessings come in different shapes sizes temperament and content but all good. Maybe some of that didn't answer my silent wishes and maybe some served more to make others happy rather than me to whom it was given. But no matter. It's still good.
All blessings of past, present, and future come from the hands of a magnificent God who knows how to give. Even if that means not giving us what we want but rather what He thinks we need.
This is my day and a meaningful one. Because here I stand with everything that I need and love and appreciate. Looking back to where I've come from and have been, I can say this to myself now --- it's all good! My cup runneth over with joy and love. A big hug and thanks to a wonderful God -- Father -- and Friend!!!
Now let's have a taste of those delicious-looking cakes there!!! Everybody's welcome to. :-)
(Pictures courtesy of a good friend)