Pink Shoe Purpose

Hi Friends!
Thank you so much for celebrating my birthday with me.

To tell the truth, I don't really like my birthday. I think that's why I always go a little over board telling people to say, "Happy Birthday."

I think Birthdays are among the many things that set us up for "Unmet Expectations." Yes, I know "unmet" is not a real word but it fits perfectly. I think we set ourselves up for some secret expectations, that we may not be able to even communicate. It is deep in the emotional part of our brains, right along side desires and dreams. But, when these expectations are not met we feel loss, sadness or even anger.

Some of the unmet expectations I have come to recognize around my birthday is that somehow it ought to be magical...you know like Cinderella at the ball. I should magically be transformed to a size 4 and be as tall as a model. (In reality I look more like the fairy godmother--- only not as old!) Life should be like the fairy tale also. Everyone would celebrate and birds would sing around my head. I wouldn't have to work, or hurt, or wash a dish, or even a nose! My husband would lavish me with kisses and we would dance across a ballroom, while everyone watched and clapped.

OK, maybe I don't really expect quiet that much but the truth is birthdays, no matter how wonderful, are always somewhat of a let down. Not the right present, (They did great this year) or having to work, or an argument between my husband and daughter, as to who picked out which gift!

I think these unmet expectations come from trying to celebrate ourselves. My father joked to his coworkers yesterday, that I ought to give him a present, because He brought me into the world. We all laughed, as he told us about the reactions he got for saying that, at supper last night.

This got me to thinking...I think instead of trying to celebrate myself. I think next year for my birthday, I am going to take the day and truly thank my creator. I realized that along with unmet expectations, or maybe because of them, I don't like being that kind of "center of attention." In my mind, I never measure up to the princess birthday girl, and therefore I am constantly faced with what I'm not, rather than what I am.

What am I? Created for a purpose! I am created to love and be loved by the creator. I'm created to share that love with everyone, but especially women and those with special needs! I'm created in His image. God designed me and knew everything about me before those first two cells came together in my mother's womb. I'm created to share a message God has placed in my heart...He loves us and cares so much about everything in our life! Everything!!!

I don't think we honestly believe that Jesus loves us as much as He does! If we did, we would never have unmet expectations! We would celebrate our birth everyday! We would serve Him, and consider Him in every second of our life, and we would sacrifice anything for others to believe that too!

I was created for a purpose. To show women that God loves us enough to even allow this short, plump, woman with a limp to wear HOT PINK SHOES! That in God's sight, we are all more beautiful than any "Cinderella" could ever dream of being!

Thanks again for celebrating that purpose with me yesterday! I love you all! I'm going to look at my hot pink shoes!

Love you all!
Pamela R.