Fancying year twenty-three

for these two weeks past and counting, as my soul is counted free. 'Cause of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who mercifully gave his life for me.

For I absolutely do not deserve it, or any of the following, you see.From a dizzying doozie of a midnight surprise replete with confectionery creations and birthday paparazzi pizzazz,to a surprise dinner al fresco bonanza within a beguiling Westwoodian courtyardamidst a score of congenial chummies.
Profuse thanks for the gargantuan group investment in the spankin' new digicam, better known as my proclivity to immortalize memorable moments all the way, right away, all the time.I am beyond blessed by y'all, indubitably. Thank you to the gazillionth power. I shall proclaim my gratitude by snapping an incessant stream of snapshots of ya.Though I shall confess that fresh-baked sweet treat concoctions augmented to the celebratory cheer.Thank you so much, dear friend, for nimbly orchestrating a most legendary birthday.And, oh, the ohana is oh too good to me.The twenty-three me yearns fervently for less of me and more of you, oh Lord. Thank you for the gift of another year to know you and make you known. Thank you for this newness of life of which I am a steward, due to your abounding grace that has caused my enslavement to sin to be no more. This is my desire: to honor you exceedingly more than ever this year. Thank you for unveiling to me true sacrificial love via the glorious cross, through which I am daily convinced that your love is better than (all twenty-three years of) life. You've captured my heart for who you are and what you've done. Thank you for how you've molded me life thus far and for the nooks and crannies in which you've placed me. Search my heart, oh Lord, and abolish in me any sin that hinders me from fully partaking in your lovely love. Help me to seek you and your righteousness first with humility and utter dependence upon your grace. Use me for your glory for the furtherance of your kingdom I pray, amen.