There was once a young woman who lost her mother to cancer. She was only a child at the time of the tragedy and it left her floundering for years. Her mother was hardly a woman herself when she died.
The girl grew up and married a stable loving husband. She had two wonderful children and a very good life, but she always missed her mother. No one could replace what she was in her life. There were times when the daughter would suffer horribly from a hidden monster inside her heart. You see, back when her mother died a thought crossed the daughter’s mind. She thought she too would die from this horrible disease and she too would be stolen from her children too young. The thought ate at her over the years. Every birthday just brought her a year closer to her own death. There were times when the doubt, now a full-grown, joy-stealing vagabond, would knock the breath out of her with cold hard fear. She would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking, exhausted from its fight. Then she began shaking during the day and couldn’t let go of her children for any reason. She never admitted her fear to anyone. As her birthday approached she had panic attacks, bouts of rage and then self-induced illness. Still, she told no one. Then the worrisome birthday came. It was the same age as her mother when she died. She went and had a checkup done and a clean bill of health. She thought she’d be free of the worry, but instead it started somewhere else. What if she didn’t last the year? What if she died before her next birthday? What if….? Her battle against its toxic poison seemed once again, too heavy. Again she woke in the night. Again she shook during the day. Finally she cried out to God for help.
That next morning, while she was alone at home, a strange elderly man knocked on her door. He was dressed in a suit, wore black sun glasses that he didn’t remove and he did not smile. When she opened the door, cautiously, he handed her a sparkling wrapped gift in a box.
He then said, Happy Birthday, for the rest of your birthdays, from God.” He turned and walked away. She frowned and watched as he crossed the street and kept walking. Who was he? What did he want with her? Her curiosity finally begged her to opened the paper. When she opened the flap, she gasped in surprise. What she saw inside changed her forever. She cried, then smiled, then sobbed. How did he know? How had he known?
There inside the box sat a cupcake with one candle in it. It had, in intricately written handwriting, “1st Birthday” on the frosting. There was a note laying beside it that said….
“Every day is a gift from God.
The person who fears their last breath is already dead,
but she who leans into each new moment
Nothing can stop her again.”
She determined, from that day on, to change her mindset. Instead of being worried she became thankful. Instead of expecting the worst she began expecting the best. At first it was difficult but then she’d take out the note and read it again. She’d remind herself that every new day is a new 1st birthday. It is a gift, a present of the present.
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power and love and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 2:15
God Bless You Today!