Tale of the Two Birthday Cakes

So I officially became 26 yesterday. I look at that number and it really is foreign to me - as though it were someone else's number. I could swear I'm only thirteen on the inside but time's footprints in my life are saying otherwise even if I still sometimes feel the flush of embarrassment, child-like uncertainty, and the excitement of a toddler over the smallest things (for instance finding a restaurant serving Dr.Pepper). God's given me twenty-six years to live, thus far, and my deepest desire would be to honor Him for the rest of the days He's allotted me.

So I've started a tradition to ask the Lord for something, very specifically to fill a deficiency, on my birthday that is in line with His will and can work for the benefit of His kingdom. This all began because yesterday was a double birthday for me. Seven years ago yesterday I dedicated my life to Jesus, unfortunately that doesn't mean that I get two cakes ;)

And, no, I'm not exposing what I asked for but those who know me, even remotely well, could make some plausible guesses!