Today is my birthday. I used to hate having a December birthday. I always had to share it with Christmas. Sometimes my birthday gifts came wrapped in Christmas paper. Or I’d get a combo birthday/Christmas gift. I always had to share my day with choir rehearsals, concerts, children’s programs, work parties, or some other Christmas-themed event. I felt like I was an afterthought. An inconvenience during a busy month. Celebrators were often distracted. It wasn’t about me.
There, I said it — it wasn’t about me. But then again, what I truly celebrate on my birthday isn’t about me anyway. It’s about what God has done in my life. The gifts He has given me. Especially reflecting on the gift — Jesus. Knowing that, how fitting for me to get to share my birthday month with the month we celebrate Jesus’ birth. Now I feel sorry for others who do not have a December birthday!