What is it about a birthday? Why is it important that people remember? These are the some of the questions that have haunted me this day, my birthday.
It's late afternoon, my wife as yet to acknowledge my birthday. I have six kids, only one of them has called, and she wasn't sure it was my birthday. The two littlest one are excused, they won't know because nobody told them.
So to say I'm hurt isn't a far stretch. Many thoughts of rejection run thru my heart. Even though I've never been more sure of my relationship with Christ, it's still painful, especially when your wife forgets or chooses not to remember.
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