Unable to sleep last night, this was the psalm I turned to, which seems the perfect psalm for one’s birthday.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Thank you God for the days you have formed for me!
I’m also grateful for a delicious breakfast at Brasserie Bread, laughs and love from some dear Christian sisters this morning. And flowers! And presents! It’s all good.