Satan hates them.
For the past few years I have had a variety of mishaps occur all around the same time leading up to my birthday. Last year my father, younger brother and I were set to arrive in Denmark two days before my birthday, which was my first since my mother's passing. Due to major delays through Amsterdam we went back home for two days, after which we had a flight to London instead. To make a long story short, when we returned to the airport after those two days our flight out of Atlanta was delayed due to a mechanical issue. What happened next? When we arrived in London we'd missed our flight to Denmark - on my birthday. I was grateful to have seen another year of life, that the issue was cleared, we were kept safe and that I even had the opportunity to travel. The hotel was very clean and cozy, the airline paid for everything throughout our stay and I had a room to myself. But by the time we'd arrived at the hotel we were all so drained that we just wanted to sleep. To say the least, I certainly would have liked to spend my first birthday without my mother some place other than alone in a dark hotel room in a cold, windy and rainy city - complete with cheesy British comedy resounding softly from the television in the background.
Nonetheless, I was pondering over this just the other day in anticipation of what this year's birthday will be like. And I realized something in regard to my last post; the devil is angry that I lived on the day that I was born. He was trying to kill me and my mom. We sometimes wonder why God even allows certain things to happen - why would he allow my mother to get that far along in her pregnancy and get sick? Why would he allow that if he knew that I would be in the hospital for two months after my birth as my immune system finished developing? He knew I would be hooked up to tubes, would have to have my head shaved to attach all types of wiring to monitor my functioning, that my parents wouldn't be able to hold me and could only reach inside of an opening to touch me because I needed to stay incubated for warmth...but I know why.
For a story. For His glory.
So it's no wonder that the enemy of all enemies tries to sabotage all of my birthdays. His plan failed and my Father gave me a testimony from the very start. The doctors said that babies could live at 7 months but that it was rare...guess who defied the odds? But I didn't do it myself. Only a Daddy like mine could do that.
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