Then, some sweet friends of mine plotted together and offered to throw a birthday lunch, a birthday dinner, or a birthday tea for me. Being a gal who loves all types of teas, tea rooms, and anything that remotely resembles a proper British afternoon tea, I chose the latter. My mom was already planning to come for the weekend, and she agreed to stay an extra day to attend the tea with me.
I couldn't have asked for a sweeter celebration; it was beautiful in every way, and there was so much love in all the details that three hostesses thought of. Sarah, Krista, and Susie did an amazing job.
I didn't even notice right away that the painting on the mantle was for me; my friend Susie painted it, and it now proudly hangs above my bed.
Mom also helped me comply with the obligatory work requirement: bring your own birthday cake. She whipped up this four-layer pumpkin cake with a caramel and pecan topping, which was devoured in the blink of an eye on Monday afternoon.
My mom wrote that it is time to enter my promised land, just as the Israelites did after their forty-year journey. I've read that the number forty was used by God to represent a period of testing or judgment (the length of time necessary to accomplish some major part of God's plan in His dealings with various portions of mankind), and I'm so very ready for His plans to be realized in my life.
Forty hasn't really sunk in, mostly because forty feels different when you aren't where you expected you'd be and can't set goals to get there. But in so many ways that I could never have imagined, the Lord has used the past thirty-nine years to show me that He is faithful and good; He has surrounded me with such godly family and friends who have encouraged me, who have walked with me, and who have pointed me back to His Truths, which never change. That, in itself, is worth celebrating - milestone birthday or not.