A blessed birthday

 When the 12th of August was drawing closer and closer, I felt that this year it wouldn't be impactful. It would just be another day. The one thing that I was looking forward to was finding out if my friend was actually giving birth on my birthday. That was it. I had to teach that day anyway. So nothing much to look forward to. My bestfriend and I couldn't even celebrate our birthdays together. All in all, I was just hoping to have a restful, quiet day. 

In fact, I confess that I was quite irritable in the morning and afternoon as my phone rang constantly and no matter how many times I cancelled the calls, they would still call again. 

But my mood drastically changed when I went downstairs and found a whole lot of surprised deliveries meant for me. Only two friends had notified beforehand that they wanted to buy lunch and dinner for my birthday and I was looking forward to that. 

I had all kinds of food awaiting me. It was pretty overwhelming - my dining table was full of packages. My fridge is now packed with leftovers. Even after my birthday had ended, I still continued receiving food deliveries, with my mom constantly commenting in surprise, that I have so many good friends.

I was very touched by the personal messages that came. Messages sent from friends in different parts of the world - that spoke of our close friendships, and what I meant to them, and what they appreciated about me. I was stunned when my friend who DID give birth on my birthday, had expressed to me that she prayed for me while she was delivering her baby, because she believed that her prayers would be answered. 

The food deliveries - many were thoughtful, indicating that they knew me well. Everyone avoided sending me caffeine/chocolate-based foods because it triggers my migraines. Some chose to send deliveries after my birthday ended because they had guessed that I would have many parcels coming my way. I was sent food I enjoy eating. Another baked a cake for me that was so beautiful that it took me a long time and a hard resolve to cut into it. It was so delicious too.

I had meaningful conversations with different people as well. One shared a short story she was writing and wanted my feedback, and that conversation led to something deep and personal about our own experiences. 

This year is my milestone year. My ox year. It started off pretty rough and painful. But as always, hope and love always reveals itself. I am touched beyond measure the love that has been showered upon me these few days. I am just so grateful for these people in my life. They have brought so much joy to me. 

Thank You, Lord, for these blessings...