Blowing out Candles

I admit it, extinguishing candles should be an Olympic sport.

I mean, the amount of concentration required is phenomenal

but, believe me, the rewards are exceptional. 

Remember on your 7th birthday when you couldn't wait to open presents?

I was always anxious, too. 

I had to hope that that odd looking bag bequeathed my anticipated Barbie Mermaid

and that mysterious tissue swathed box held the desired doll house.

How did you end up getting the right presents on that special day?

Are you ready for a mind-blowing concept?

The ritualistic candle blowing event.

I know, I know...right?

Who'd have known that all birthday wishes would come to fruition

simply by breathing on lighted sticks?

My ideal presents appeared when I wished on inanimate, flaming wax.

Yes.

Alright, so that's really not the reason.

But I used to think so.

And I'm guessing you might have, too.

We looked to colorful, melting things to make our dreams come true.

This year, as I blew out those magical stems covering my cake,

(it sure seemed like a lot more than I blew out last year...)

I prayed.

I gave my wishes and dreams and desires to Someone else.

Those adorable candles are just a symbol of letting go.

I breathed out, giving my hopes and fears to Somebody.

Somebody who knows my deepest longings

 and cares enough to answer.

The Lord of All

treasures my little candle wishes

and turns them into more.