Today is my favorite big kid’s birthday, 29 years.
Christmas of 1985 is one for my record book. He was supposed to be born on December 4. He refused to come out on his own. He’s been a rebel since before he was born. But who can blame him? I think he was afraid to come out. All he heard was yelling and screaming. He knew it was going to be scary, felt the abuse before he was even born.
He’s a rebel and a fighter, a survivor with deep compassion for the misfits and outcasts.
I can’t wait for the day he meets Jesus! He’s going to be such a warrior for the Lord! I believe it like I believe the sun will rise, like I believe I can move mountains! It’s just a matter of time.
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