Thank you for taking the time to click and read this. If you know me, you know I clearly don’t act like my age. I still change my mind all the time and it doesn’t take a lot to convince me, I hate making decisions even as simple as picking a restaurant for dinner, I bump into walls way too often, I laugh way too loud and I can’t sit still while listening to good music. But turning 30 makes me think about life.
When I was 10, I thought I would be married and have kids by 30. When I was 20, I questioned life. I didn’t know what I was doing and I had no purpose in life. I was lost, but God found me. Now that I am turning 30, I am convinced that life is too short to only think about ourselves.
For some people, life is not that easy. They don’t have the luxury and comfort that we have, even for the things that we often take for granted, like family. I am blessed to grow up with loving parents and fun siblings, but I know that this is a privilege because not all kids have this and my heart goes to them. My prayer is that this money, no matter how big or small can give them hope even when the days are dark and tough, that they may know that someone loves them deeply even when it doesn’t seem like it.
I will be donating all the proceeds to Southern Cross Kids Camps. More details of the organisation can be found here. I believe in what they do for the kids and I hope you can see it too.
If you are thinking of getting me a present for my birthday, firstly thank you but secondly, don’t. Instead of buying me something, I hope you can donate the money instead. Because honestly, there’s nothing to celebrate about me, the only good thing about my life is Christ chooses to include me so now I can include people. Christ has shown me a generosity to the point of death so now I can be generous to others. Christ has loved me so now I can love others.
Thank you for taking the time to read a little piece of my heart that is not very well written and if you do decide to donate, you bet tears will be shed and heart will be overjoyed.
From a cry baby who is imperfect in every way, but loved by the perfect God. Soli deo gloria.