This is the time of year when I often forget to be grateful for what I have. See, my birthday falls right around Thanksgiving, sometimes even on it, so basically from mid-November to December 24th as a kid I was asked “what do you want?”
It’s a lot harder to answer that question these days. For one, I’m not a kid any more. In fact, next week I celebrate my 35th birthday, a milestone that somehow feels so much older than turning 30 did for me. I think part of the reason is that every pregnancy book/pamphlet/website has stuff on it about “if you’re 35 or older…” regarding the risks involved in pregnancy. For me, this age has been looming for many years as the end of my fertility.
Which is stupid. Our fertility has clearly never been normal, and the fact is, it’s our fertility, not myfertility. And we have made some pretty sensible decisions about it over the last year, IMHO. We are done with having biological children, thank-you-very-much. But sense and emotion often run against each other, and emotions don’t listen to reason. It’s the emotions tied up with this age that have me dreading this birthday.
So I’ve made a decision about it, inspired by something I saw on Pinterest (yes, I’ve gotten drawn into that time-suck. It’s fun but beware if you aren’t on it yet – whole chunks of your life disappear into that black hole with nothing to show for it). This woman did 35 random acts of kindness for her 35th birthday. It was cool. Some of the things she did were more about teaching kindness to her kids, and some of it just wasn’t my cup of tea. So I’m going to approach it a little bit differently.
First of all, I hate the idea of kindness being “random.” As a Christian, I’m called to shine the light of Christ in all that I do. So I want to be purposeful, and not hide my kindness from others. Secondly, the goal for me is to be grateful for what I have and share it with others. So for me, I am planning to spend the day giving thanks through a variety of services, gifts, and kindnesses to others.
For example, we’ve been planning to bless the Pregnancy Care Center in our town with our crib and changing table. I think my birthday would be a great day to take those items over there and thank their hard-working volunteers and staff for what they do. I want to make sure I tip well wherever I go, thanking those who serve me. I plan to spend some time writing thank-yous to some people who have been important in my life along the way.
I may also steal a few ideas from the original – take cookies to the fire station, police station, and post office, pay for someone in line behind me, etc.
I would welcome any additional suggestions in the comments below. I have several more ideas but I will share them in a future post when I recap the day.
Hi, Steph,
So, here I am sitting in the recliner instead of driving to Denver. Actually, we were supposed to have been there yesterday; but, my neck is progressively worse. Yesterday they started me on MS Contin (morphine sulfate) and it helped a lot better in the daytime. It was supposed to knock me out, but didn’t; and, I still woke up in pain in the middle of the night.
I hope you know by now that I am not complaining. Really, I’m not; I’m just explaining. My brother had cancer for 10 years and never complained knowing that all things work together for the good of God according to God’s plan and none of us ever understand either. My 8:28’ed to death blog, you know? Anyway, the kids bought Peg a plane ticket and Cubbie and I will stay here. Madi would have loved seeing both of us, but I think she understands. I seriously don’t know if I, literally, would survive a drive to Denver, or do well with a flight.
So there goes my chance to meet my granddaughter Gracie Mae Wink. She is now 8 days old – I am pretty sure I shared those pics on Facebook. I know you have a hard time sometimes with baby pics and parent/grandparent babbling. That’s another place people need to have a plan and a purpose pursuant to the particulars of the situation (was that alliteration? I think it was).
You are VERY right in eschewing randomness with respect to random acts of kindness. In accordance with your post on Facebook, CONVICTION BY THE SPIRIT. If all things are for His glory according to His plan then we need to be convicted, not random, if we expect that what we are doing is actually “the right thing”. Your pregnancy center project is a stereotype – I watch LWML/Women on a Mission circle, including my wife’s, with their donations of stuff from time to time. Is it the right stuff at the right time? I do not think they ever asked! I know you have or that you will. If you really have baby furniture to donate, it may be that your crisis center knows of a new or soon to be mother who needs specifically the furniture for her use; it may be that the furniture can be used in their group home; it may be that the furniture would best be used in a shelter. They have a plan assumedly from a conviction and we should feel convicted to mesh with their plan.Tips: there was a news article lat night that the guy got a cup of coffee and asked for some directions. The kind and friendly waitress told him how to get there, drew him a map, and din’t charge for the coffee.
He left a $2,200 tip.
We said in economics “the worth of the thing is the price it will bring”. That is true in our life, to be sure. It shall prevail when we get to heaven and find out that we get to build our house with however much lumber we sent, you know? So worth is a concept beyond dollars and cents, and beyond our individual comprehensions. None of which are random.
This is where random has always nagged me, and as a scientist/engineer I always said that the world is stochastic (nothing is random), to many chuckles in the right circles, but still, it IS stochastic.
So have a ball. Your Thanksgiving/Christmas birthday is certainly not random, God planned it. Take the conviction of His Spirit and run with. Jesus will be running with you, I will be praying for you.
Love,
jim
Excellent plan! I’ll try to do some acts of deliberate kindness on your birthday, in your honor. 🙂
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