Held in His Nearness

As my birthday draws near, the world seems to move faster—
lights flicker, streets fill, and calendars overflow.
Yet in the quiet corners of my heart,
I sense a gentle whisper breaking through the noise.
It reminds me that even when life rushes past,
God slows down just to be close to me.

December winds may hurry the days along,
but His presence wraps around me like a warm shawl.
No celebration can outshine the comfort of knowing
that He has been with me in every unseen moment.
He marks my days not with stress or pressure,
but with tenderness and intention.

While others rush to meet deadlines, gather gifts, or chase joy,
I find mine simply in the way He stays near.
He knows the weight I’ve carried this year,
the quiet victories, the silent battles.
And as my birthday approaches, His voice reminds me:
You are never walking into a new year alone.

There is something sacred about this season—
not just in tradition, but in the way He steps closer.
Each breath feels like an invitation to rest,
each moment a reminder that I am fully known.
While the world is busy celebrating,
He is celebrating the life He lovingly shaped—mine.

I look back on the days behind me,
and see His fingerprints on every joy and every tear.
He has been my calm when life spun too quickly,
my anchor when emotions swelled like storms.
And now, on the edge of another year,
I feel Him steadying my heart with hope.

So as my birthday dawns amid the holiday chaos,
I rise knowing I am seen, cherished, and pursued.
His closeness is my gift; His intimacy, my celebration.
And though the world may blur with busyness,
He remains the constant—
the One who has always stayed near.

He searches me deeper than any friend ever could,
seeing every layer I’ve tried to hide from the world.
Yet instead of shame, He offers comfort—
a love that understands before I speak,
a presence that traces every thought
and still calls me wonderfully made.

Before I lived a single day, He saw them all—
my joys, my tears, my birthdays yet to come.
Nothing about me has ever been accidental.
His hands shaped me with purpose and care,
and even now, I feel those same hands
guiding me gently into the year ahead.

Even if I wander into the busiest places
or the quietest corners of my heart, He is there.
I cannot outrun His kindness or escape His gaze of love.
This year, as I step forward, I do so boldly,
because the One who crafted me, knows me, and loves me
walks every step beside me.