For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.
Today my son, Michael is 31 years old. Happy birthday son. Every year I find the perfect morning hours and begin to tell my son of the day he was born. The great joy his dad and I experienced when this little life was entrusted to us.
Even with my mistakes, which I'm sure I did, I pray that God can continue to shape this life and impress the very heart of God in Michael.
I have been questioned, "you mean you tell your son this story every year"? The answer is yes! I am 52 years old and if my mom was alive and recounted the day I came into this world, I would be glued to her voice and to the story of when God chose to give me breath. Life is precious and it goes by quickly.
Mike, Happy birthday! We love you and are proud of the man that God has shaped you to be and all that he continues to do in your life. Stay close to the Lord, know his ways and seek to please him. Listen for the quiet direction of the Spirit of God which does not contradict his Word. Happy birthday son, I love you!
God bless you!~Liz
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