12/13/12 11:30pm
Thirty minutes from now, I am turning 22.
This year, I don't want to make my birthday a big deal. I have plans to go out - file a police clearance, photocopy some papers, jog for at least an hour, and have a little date with the Lord in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. If possible, I might attend a choral concert before the day ends.
I might even prefer quiet celebrations than loud surprise parties at this point; I think I may have outgrown these practices. Or maybe I'm just not in the mood. Of course, the surprises are sweet and thoughtful, but they're not a necessity. No cake will be fine, no spaghetti will be fine, no fancy gifts will be fine. In fact, I anticipate it - a quiet birthday for a wimpy kid who grew a year older and gained a few pounds.
But nonetheless, I couldn't thank enough the very sweet people who remember my birthday and make an effort to greet. Of course, those who prepare special stuff for me are the most appreciated (those would be my family, my best friends, my lisyu family and the good souls who pray for me).
My wish? Well... Earlier this week, God already granted it. so I guess there's nothing else to do but to thank Him.
I thank the Lord for 22 years of unfailing love.
I thank Him for giving me blessings, despite knowing how ungrateful I have been.
I thank Him for not giving up on me, though I said many times this year "Ayoko na po. Di ko na kaya." (Turned out I was just freakishly scared).
I thank Him for taking this tiny speck of dust in the universe called Mich, and breathing life into it. I thank Him for loving this girl, so excessively that He willed to die for her.
I thank Him for Mama, my spiritual mother who continues to lead me to the path to her Son.
I couldn't thank Him enough, that if I were to offer all the days of my life and repeat my life to offer it to Him all over again, it still wouldn't be enough.
And my only wish is for Him to use my life to glorify Him.
Twenty two years. And still, God's love never waivered.
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