On this day some odd years ago I gave my life up. I was burried. I arose a new person. I gave my life to the lover of my soul. I remember what I was wearing that day. A yellow dress with blue flowers. I cried. I cried because it was a happy day.
I am so thankful that Jesus gave his life for me. A lowly sinner.... a young woman who often fails him. HE sees past my faults and short comings right into the depths of my heart. He forgives and heals. He brings comfort and rest.
So today I celebrate that. I celebrate the death, burial and resurrection and the change it brought to my life. I reflect on the mountain tops and the valleys that I have experienced since that hot Sunday morning in early June..... and I feel overwhelmed by his love and showered with blessings.
p.s.
Dana, if you are reading this, I thank you and Adam for playing a vital role in my decision to become a follower of Christ. I am forever grateful for you both.
2 comments:
Beautiful post... You've been making me tear up lately! :)
You made me cry, of course! I remember that day very clearly :)
I love you,
Dana
PS: I'm under The Momtage profile but for some reason it won't let me sign out..
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