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My birthday used to be my favorite day of the year. Then, two years ago, my birthday marked the last day on earth that I saw my brother, Tim. Now, my birthday reminds me of him.
Each year, this bittersweet day forces me to choose between life or death, between mourning what I thought would be or embracing what will be. When I read friends' Facebook posts and text messages, receive their calls, open their cards and gifts, or spend my birthday in their joyful presence, each sentiment reinforces the value of life. Living on this earth doesn't always feel like a blessing but I'm learning to see life as God's grace. He gives us life -- a grace in itself -- and He designs us to live in community with one another to grace our neighbors (from Austin to India) with ourselves. You are His beautiful creation and your presence in my life graces me with more of Him.
Thank you for being instruments of God's grace in my life on my birthday and everyday.

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Freya3377 said…
Hey Sarah
Hugs... I hadn't realised when I left a birthday wish, how much more than a simple wish it would be.
Be blessed. :)
Thursday, April 02, 2015
Sarah Spear said…
Thank you, Freya. We often don't realize the impact of our simple actions. Yours meant a lot. :)
Friday, April 03, 2015
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