Thanks be to God and my Mama and Daddy for my being born in the first place.

Today, I turn 54 years old. I've never mind telling others my age. Some say I look good for my age. (whatever that means) My grandchildren think I'm old since everyone over 50 is real old, according to them. This one thing I do know: I don't look like what I've been through....been through so much in these short 54 years.

As I was remembering past birthdays and just reflecting on my journey thus far, this early morning, I came to this conclusion. In my life, I've had way more days of smiles than I've had of tears; more days of happiness than days of sorrow and woe; many more days of strength than weakness and more days of good health than pain. I've been blessed by the best and the older I get, the more I stand in awe of my Creator Who loves me just the way I am and Who opens a window of fresh blessings and mercies each and every morning, just for me.

Every time I frown at a new gray hair, or my sciatica paining me, or being way to hot when everyone else is cold, I am reminded of the day three doctors stood by my bedside and said "accept the fact you may not live to see 30." Last year they said the leg may have to be amputated. I am able to dance if I desire to right now. HA! devil, I believe in the Great Physician.

As I celebrate my birthday, I also celebrate my new name....

My name is VICTORY!