I turned 21 years old today and I've been thinking about the phrase "Happy Birthday" or as we say here in Norway "Gratulerer med dagen" (literal translation: congratulations on your day") and I am draw to question why you wish me a happy birthday, or congratulate me for that matter.
Because I didn't do anything. I didn't create me, I didn't birth me, nor do I decide my heartbeats or my breaths. That's all God. So when people congratulate me for living another year it facinates me because the only reason I am alive today is by the grace of God.
So instead of congratulating people on their birthday, maybe we should start praising God for them, thanking Him for them and continuously pray for them.