I’ve done some deep ponderings this morning spanning years reaching back to the late 1800s when my great grandparents, Sallie and James, breathed younger air. I hope that is right, all I remember hearing people call him was Pappy. Sallie, I am sure of but Mammy was her handle. I don’t remember the year of the birth of my grandmother Callie. It could have been 1899 or so but maybe not as her firstborns were born in 1924; my Momma and her twin.
Generations of the Living. How we do that living is more important than we often ponder. I’m now 67, in less than half a year that number will be 68. In these 67 years I have seen seven, yes seven (7), generations of my people walking this Earth’s crust – well, James not so much walking yet. 🥰 And I pondered these generations of my people and our kin – gosh! there’s a lot of us! I have not even a good estimate as to who were church-goers and who was not. Reaching back that far I don’t even know the names of all my kin, let alone if they loved JESUS. But of this conclusion I am certain, watching the years that I have – if you go to church and don’t take church home with you to do as Deuteronomy 6 commands, you open the floodgates of hell to deluge your children and your children’s children and your children’s children’s children to the 4th and 5th, maybe even 7th generation and beyond. We all are built upon what was built and JESUS CHRIST is the only safe, solid, strong and steady foundation that will give our Babies a fighting chance. If we violate Deuteronomy 6:4-9, the hedge is down.
But the good news is we can start Today to put that Hedge in place for those up and coming and we can pray for miracles for us old folks. 🥰
I am writing from recall from early morning – 3:00 ish. The Little One had stirred hungry. So, I fetched him from his crib, and while he gulped down eight ounces of formula snug between us, love and blessings caressed my thoughts.
Thoughts of the difference from now and then. Thoughts of how I didn’t know. Thoughts I wasn’t then but now am grateful. Thank You, LORD GOD. Not that I got to but I get to.
I get to be free. I get to be kind. I get to be patient. I get to be grateful. I get to be happy. I get to overcome me! I get to love you!
Nothing about this Jesus Life is I GOT TO.
It’s all I GET TO!
It’s Freedom.
This is what freedom in Christ in this moment feels like.
I get to love this baby.
I get to hear him drink in nourishment.
I get to desire the sincere milk of the Word. See 1 Peter 2:2-4.
I get to snuggle with this little package of love. I get to!
A life of I get to. It’s a taste of Heaven on earth!
I am 43 years old today. Forty three in rebirth years, not natural years. It was November 18, 1975 right about 9:00 PM on a Tuesday in Axis, Alabama that I said yes to JESUS. Yes, I take You as my One and Only Savior.
That was without question the greatest, most wonderful day and decision of my life. The only day that will ever top that day is the day I see Him Face to face. And on the eve of my 43rd birthday I was and am keenly aware that I will not be fully free of my natural propensity to sin as long as I breathe earth’s air. As much as I hate that; it is true. The most I can hope for is to cooperate more and more with the HOLY SPIRIT of GOD and receive healing upon healing in as many areas as I can to enable me to do as much good on planet earth as I can while I wait for my full redemption. And you know what? That’s plenty good enough to make me smile and say thank You, Abba, in JESUS’ name. Amen and happy birthday to me! :)
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