So that birthday day when a baby who I will never meet in this earth left the safety of my womb for the much better safety of Jesus' arms I rejoiced. I was surrounded by 11 of my 13 children on earth, I'm sure the many souls of the other babies that have gone to heaven over the years, my parents, and my husband. I have more than I deserve not just on my birthday but every single day of my life. So on that day my two oldest daughters and I, armed with Starbuck's, braved the snowy streets and had a permanent reminder of His love for me and what I am to be to everyone else by living my life cruciform inked on my inner wrist. Ever since reading Ann Voskamp's The Broken Way and doing the video study along with it I have discerned this permanent reminder. A simple cross in black where I can see it as I fold laundry, wash dishes, change diapers. Of course God is already permanently inked on our soul but I'm a visual person so seeing it a lot is good for my mind, heart, and soul. A few months into my discernment a friend who shares my name reminded me that the name Amy means "beloved". A fact that I have always had a hard time believing; that I am beloved to God and to others. Always feeling less than and inadequate the word "beloved" isn't what would come to mind when I thought of myself. And as I'm slowly learning as I am aging past middle age what we think about is what we believe and thus how we live. So next to the reminder that I am called to live cruciform is the word "beloved". Simple, small, meaningful. As I look at that cross I will always remember that day with my oldest girls and granddaughter on the inside. Along with God and Jesse I gave those girls life but it is them that give ME life now. Along with their siblings they teach me the true meaning of sharing my heart for better or for worse every single day. It's no different with them as it was with baby Hope or any of the other babies lost to us but found to Heaven. Maybe we are crazy to remain open when the risk of loss is so high. But in our discernment God has not revealed that. So until He does we will continue to walk His road.
This year and last thanks to Ann's book I wanted to give to others on my birthday. I have always disliked my birthday for whatever reason but giving to others has eased that feeling. "That's weird, mom" an older child said. "What's weird?" I asked. "Giving to others on YOUR birthday." "Is it? I think we are called to give to others on all of our days. That's what Jesus says."
"For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many." Mark 10:45
In the end my 44th birthday was one of the best birthdays that I've had so far. Every year gets better and better. I no longer bemoan growing older. I embrace it. I am finally becoming more comfortable with myself, my past failures, my future...all is grace. And I am grateful.




