Who are we?
Today is my birthday. Yayyyyy!! I am really 45, but if anyone asks I say I am 29 and staying 29 until I get it right. I was told once that the best 20 years of a woman's life are between the ages of 29 and 30, and I fully intend to see if "they" are correct...so far it's been great! I love birthdays. Actually I love any reason to celebrate...even just celebrating Tuesdays. The only thing about my own birthday I don't enjoy is the fact that it makes me wonder, "Who am I?" In Psalm 115 we read about the idols men worship: Their idols are silver and gold, The work of men’s hands. 5 They have mouths, but they do not speak; Eyes they have, but they do not see; 6 They have ears, but they do not hear; Noses they have, but they do not smell; 7 They have hands, but they do not handle; Feet they have, but they do not walk; Nor do they mutter through their throat. 8 Those who make them are like them; So is everyone who trusts in them. Back then the ido