"Just as lotions and fragrance give . . . delight,
a sweet friendship refreshes the soul."
Proverbs 27:9 (The Message)
Apparently part of my funk lately is that I've been dreading my birthday. My younger friends would say it's because I'm old. Ahem. And forgive me, more mature friends and family, for dreading 33. I know it's not really old, but for some reason in my mind it seemed much older than 32. It's silly, but it's the way my mind works.
In addition to dreading old, sometimes holidays are a bit of a let-down. All that excitement leading up to them, and then you blink, and it's over. Bleh. So, in the days leading up to my birthday last week, I was restless and itchy and, bless my husband's heart, a bit grumpy. (I'm so glad he doesn't officially follow my blog and comment.) I seriously don't know what my problem was. I should be happy for each day of life, right?
When the big day arrived, it was actually pretty good. A normal day made special by buster bars and the wished-for present (Photoshop) from my guy. Handmade cards from my boys completed the gift.
Then 33 got even better. That day and the next day, I received some treasures from some mighty good girlfriends (and a few loveable guys) . . . friends from childhood and friends from more recent years that reminded me just how blessed I am.
Some Facebooked me.
One emailed me.
One texted me.
One found THE PERFECT CARD.
One sent me a package of meaningful goodies.
And a new friend allowed be to share a burden.
These friends are as varied as can be . . . . different personalities, lifestyles, ages, stages and appearance. They reminded me that these thirty-three years, that have been as varied as my friends are, have been awfully sweet.
And they allow me to say, "Bring on the next 33. I'm feeling refreshed."
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