Supposedly, tomorrow is my birthday. I say that because the actual date was a mix-up between this date and the one that my mother’s midwife had me registered were two different ones, but the family says they are absolutely sure that it was the 24th of April, even the year was wrong, let’s not get into THAT. It used to bother me somewhat, but when Jesus came into my life and this time I felt what it was to be born again, to feel His total acceptance and grace in every ounce of my being, to be engulfed in His everlasting arms, to feel a kind of love and joy I never experienced before. To me this was when I was actually born, I could honestly say that I could care less about my physical birth time, it is being born from above is what matters to me. So true when Jesus said “You have to be born again, not of the flesh but of the Spirit.” It is not a choice but a must. Thank you Jesus for loving and accepting me, just as I am.
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