THE DAUGHTER’S PROFILE #3
I Have A Father Who Celebrates My Life
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10
I remember reading a quote from the autobiography of a slave owner in South Carolina in the mid 1800’s. He made this tragic statement, “I’ve never met a slave who knew the day of his birth.” If there was no birth date, there was probably no celebration. That was reserved for more privileged folk.
Many adults today have never had a birthday party thrown in their honor. They’ve never blown out candles or been sung to by people who love them. They don’t know what it’s like to feel celebrated. Hundreds of thousands of babies will be born as I’m writing this sentence. Will each child grow up to know that he or she is a unique creation of Almighty God? Probably not. If any of them languish for lack of that knowledge, their self-worth is skewed.
The parents who spoke into your life at birth shaped your view of yourself. If they failed to celebrate your birth and hold you in their arms with wonder, you undoubtedly struggle with the meaning of your life. You grew up with no evidence that you had a Creator who planned the day of your birth; not until He revealed Himself to you. He opened your spiritual ears to the sound of His heart beating fast at the thought of you.
The truth is ~ No one has the right to define my worth except my Creator. Not a parent. Not a caregiver. Not a sibling. There is no such thing as an unwanted child in the kingdom. Each birth is a miracle regardless of the circumstances. Eve knew it. Cain was the first son born in a cursed world yet this mother could see past the darkness of her times to recognize the handiwork of God in the face of her son.
When it’s time to sign a birthday card for a friend, I often jot a note that says, “I am praying God will show you how HE is celebrating your birthday today.” Just a glimpse of that will right the wrongs for any person who has not been able to acknowledge the miracle of her birth. God heals the gaping wounds of any who feels invisible.
In an impersonal world, it’s easy to feel lost. In mega-churches, it’s easy to feel insignificant. But there is no such thing as being nameless in the kingdom. Right at this very moment, God is listening to your thoughts. He knows how your day is going. He knows if you are discouraged, peaceful, frustrated, or resigned. He made you, ushered you into this world at birth and has been intimately acquainted with you ever since. When others failed to showcase your uniqueness, it was not lost on God. You are the apple of His eye.
We are Your plan, Your creation, and Your joy. We always were. Oh how You love! Amen