Birthday

A few years ago, I had one of the most awkward birthdays I've ever had.

One of my closest friends and I were, at that time, not very close. Whatever the cause, our relationship was not good. I lived in Lynchburg, and was doing school, and this friend had moved back home. At this point, said friend probably knows who he is. In the case that he is not reading this, or that the rest of you (who don't read this either) don't know who I'm referring to, his name is Clint. But I digress.

Upon my birthday, I had everything planned out. I wanted a specific dinner with specific friends, and that's all I wanted it to consist of. If you've known me for very long, you know I don't look for big events around my birthday. I just like to be around the one's I love...and...well, good food should be involved, too.

I heard through the grapevine that my not-so-close friend was coming in to surprise me for my birthday, most likely in an attempt to make things right and restore our friendship. He had the best of intentions, but I honestly wanted nothing to do with him at the time.

He called me, on multiple occasions, and I ignored him, on the same amount of occasions. To be honest, I don't remember if I met up with him, or if I gave him the ultimate birthday-style shaft, but that's not the point of the story.

In our increasingly busy lives, it's easy to welcome selfishness, and throw love away.

The illustration is backwards, and may be faulty, but I can sum up most of my life in this simple phrase: running away from the Friend who wants to restore our relationship.

I hope this Christmas isn't spent running, at least not from the One who saved my life.