My Father Tells Me (Birthday Post).

I hear stories.

They tell me that it was all about me.
They tell me my brother and sister stayed at a friend's down the street.
They tell me that my mother was at the hospital, they tell me they were waiting.
They tell me they remember. 20 years ago.

I don't remember. But they tell me, and that's good enough.

My Father remembers that day.
"Today is the day."
My Father tells me how the angels celebrated.
My Father tells me of the love in his heart.
My Father tells me how he looked down and said that it was very good.
My Father tells me that it was the beginning of a new life.

My Father tells me about the day I was born. I can't help but smile.

Sadly I don't remember. But who does?

I remember. 6 years ago.
I remember hating myself.
I remember the sin in my heart, the direction I was going.
I remember my tired soul, my weary spirit.
I remember the frustration and the pain.
I remember letting go.
I remember...
The relief.

My Father remembers that day.
"Today is the day."
My Father tells me how the angels celebrated.
My Father tells me of the love in his heart.
My Father tells me how he looked down and said that it was very good.
My Father tells me that it was the beginning of a new life.

My Father tells me about the day I was born. I can't help but smile.

I remember.

At one time
we too were foolish,
  disobedient,
    deceived
      and enslaved
by all kinds of passions and pleasures.
We lived in malice and envy,
being hated
and hating one another.

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared,

he saved us.

he saved us.

he saved us.

Not because of righteous things we had done,
but because of his mercy.

He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal
by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously
through Jesus Christ our Savior,
so that, having been justified by his grace,
                we might become heirs...

having the hope of eternal life...1

I remember... And I can't help but smile.
~Sam



1Titus 3:3-7