Birthday Blues, Birthday Blues.
Shake them off but they stick like glue.
Wrestle them down into a tiny box
Put on the lid, sit on the top
But they Spring forward like a jack in the box.
Some moments time passes achingly slow
with more diapers to change, more noses to blow
And other moments it slips through my hands
like trying to catch water from my shower or hold grains of sand.
My story is still being written, it's not done, it's not the end
But I struggle to see the passing time as a friend.
He's written all my days, and hey I'm still alive
This isn't the end. I'm just turning 35.
Sorry I get like this, philosophical and so crazy contemplative
It's just a by-product of being overly numerative.
Breathe, take a breath, and then exhale
Tomorrow is just like any other day, yes, I will prevail.
So I take all these feelings and emotions and I give them to God
And say I surrender, please help me to turn off
My brain that won't stop thinking and processing
That tells me how much I'm failing and all I'm doing wrong
Please help me to trust in the work of your Son.
More like Him, less like me,
Every year your changing me,
Into Your Likeness I want to be
more like you, less like me.
So tomorrow might suck, my husband is out of town
The kids might freak out and have total melt downs
Or perhaps it might be a rosy day that has unexpected good
With lots of little surprises and some very tasty food.
But I'm resting in the fact that it's okay either way
Whether it's awesome and amazing or a really horrible day.
I am held by One who knows and loves me and created the stars
So I can trust Him with my birthday, with my thoughts, with my heart.
And I know that in Him, I am free of myself,
Of the selfish, and the petty, of the obsession with me
And tomorrow I can choose how I respond
With joy or with anger, I can choose to be happy
With whatever I'm given, it's more than I need
It's better than I deserve, I have been set FREE!