Birthday

This week is my birthday, 21 years and I feel very blessed to have spent them here in Pennsylvania.
My only hope for this week is to find more creative ways of engaging the culture around me and sharing more meaningful communion with my peers. I have found over the years that being from such a broken childhood and experiencing the things i have has not pushed me away but has actually drawn me to the broken. I am forever intrigued by the fix-me-ups and all of my meaningful friendships have been formed under related circumstances. I feel my calling is to the places of dark and disturbed people who only want more than anything for someone to remind them that they are loved and that their friendship is desired. On my birthday I only want to reach more people ,I want no gift, no celebration,and no cheer if it can not be shared with someone who needs it more than me.

These are the convictions I have lived with for 20 years, soon to be 21 in about 4 hours, these are things I am ever passionate about. Loving those around me more and more and losing my selfishness day by day. I pray for the weak in spirit for the writer with no ambition in his despair, for the artist with no canvas that pleases. My heart is strong for the poor in class and spirit, and I know that i am only here for them.

So as this day unwinds I reflect on who I was, who I am, and who I desire to be.