One of the scriptural passages that has captivated me and act as a sole teacher to my thirsty heart as I go through this massive mace called life is this: Psalms 90:12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. This so-called numbering gives me a sense that I do not have all the time in the world in whatever thing that I have to do, or goal to pursue as an individual that God has allowed to explore and has also desired to acknowledge and worship Him as the creator of man and the universe.
Praise is silence adoration in reflection for the place that God, even my Ebenezer, has brought me. Every birthday serves a dual purpose: retrospective and present. This is my definition it may not be yours.
In my retrospective musing, I have had time to ask myself in some junctions whether I have known the one who created me? Have I been able to seek his face and hear his voice? Have I come to the full meaning of friendship with the world which is enmity with God? Have i discovered His purpose for my being here?
The second is almost likewise because it is all about questions honestly ask and honestly answered by me, myself and i. Am I where I’m in Him? Or have I made God to ask the second time, t ‘Adam, where are you?
As the benevolence Lord adds another feather to my wing, i pray He, too, teaches me how to do his will and to fly in his direction.
Where are you? I’m sitting in heavenly places with Christ Jesus or sitting in the sit of the scornful? This is my humble reflections.
Happy birthday to me.