On this month, day, minute and even day of the week 28 years ago, I came into existence. Yep. It was Saturday, March 6, 1982. My birth date. 1:22 P.M. My birth time. The point in time when God revealed me to the world in full glory. Then, He sat back, looked at me, and said “I’m done. Here lies perfection.” Ha ha! Maybe not exactly like that.
Thinking about my life brings a lot of things to my mind. A quick list would be:
- Why was I born in South Carolina? Why not another state or even another country?
- Why did I grow up a part of the IPHC?
- How cool was it to race bicycles around my parents house?
- It was more awesome when I hit a golf ball over the same house with a sand wedge (woohoo, I didn’t break a window!).
Honestly, what comes to my mind every year on my birthday is how God chose my birth date and time to bring me into human life. Then how he chose my parents and family. Then how he chose where I was to live, grow up, and reside. Then who he chose what schools I would attend. What friends I’d hang with. What teacher’s I’d have. What companies I’d work for. What churches I’d serve. My wife. My personality. My likes and dislikes. My interests. My calling as a pastor.
Then I think about the future. How God will direct my life day-by-day. How many kids will I have: blood-born and adopted? How long will Bridgett and I be alive together? Will we ever move to another community, state, or country? Where will God take us? Will God allow me to become a senior pastor?
These are just a few questions that I have. And to think of it, I don’t want answers right now. I want experience them as the answers are provided. I love my life, and can’t wait for what’s next.
