I'd like to say something poignant, something insightful, something brilliant.
But my only words today are Thank You, Lord, for these 40 years. I know perhaps I haven't lived them as well as I could have. Yet they are the clay I'm now made of. Lumped, spotted, stained and broken clay that You have fashioned into more than it is. Your gentle, nail-scarred hands have sifted through my ashes and found rose petals. You have filled my clay pot with Yourself and made it holy.
Grant me this, please. Let every year to come bring me closer to Your side. Let every day You give me bring me closer to Love. And let me put a smile on Your face.
Thank you for my life. Thank you that it is overflowing with blessings and joys. Thank you for everything.