My 47th Birthday

[Not me]

You guys are making me feel so old. Scripture does say man’s years will be 120, so I guess I’ve got a few to go. 

Be blessed all you youngsters, Not me

[frienduff thaylorde]

18 hours ago, Sower said:

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
 that poem is cool,
 and so are you :).................'Happy Re-birthday'

Roses are not always red 

but violets are blue 

AND no matter what francis says about ya 

I loves ya too .    

 

[frienduff thaylorde]

   HI    HO , silver ,     AWAY to preach the gospel we GO ……….

[frienduff thaylorde]

12 hours ago, marvelloustime said:

@turtletwo

Happy Birthday!!!

What a joy to remember to the day you were saved. 47 years ago would make it January 1973. That was exactly 12 months before I was conceived! Hehehe.

A fantastic poem of your testimony. Wonderful, a real blessing. Xxx

dear sister ,  I was still crawling in pampers .    And my dear sister becky was not yet born .     OH , but praise the LORD ,  here we are ,  LOVING HIM above all 

and contending for the true faith . 

[frienduff thaylorde]

11 hours ago, Not me said:

You guys are making me feel so old. Scripture does say man’s years will be 120, so I guess I’ve got a few to go. 

Be blessed all you youngsters, Not me

No worries , NOT ME ,  methuseulah would call us all infants .   YOU JUST sound out and contend for the true faith , till the last and final breath . 

[Equippers]

On 1/22/2020 at 3:45 PM, turtletwo said:

This month marks my 47th Birthday ("Born Again Birthday", that is. )

I wrote a poem to celebrate this, the most important day in my life. 

I wanted to share it with you, my Worthy family 

 

Testimony- (A Poem I Wrote This Month)

 

I praise God for Christian parents
Ones who cared about my soul
As a child the seeds were planted
And I felt the Spirit's pull

 

Grandma gave me my own Bible
I discovered there's a Hell
Then I read I was a sinner
Who deserved to go there well

 

But in Jesus there was mercy
He who paid the price for sin
I cried out to be forgiven
And God's Spirit entered in

 

In that moment Jesus found me
I became a new creation
Trusting in His blood to save me
Christ alone was my salvation

 

My desires changed to please Him
These my Savior put in me
Flowing freely for I loved Him
living for eternity

 

Scripture became precious to me
In a way unlike before
I would just devour it daily
Finding I was craving more

 

Telling others about Jesus
How He died to save them, too
Sharing with the lost the gospel
Now was what I longed to do

 

Praying, praising not a burden
They became a pure delight
Fellowshiping with my Savior
Who had brought this blind soul sight

 

This- my simple testimony
How Christ made my heart brand new
To the ones who still don't know Him
He can do the same for you

wonderful poem.

anyway, happy birthday

[Neighbor]

Happy Birthday  (month) !

47, how young a child are ye yet.

 I  remember that year, a long ago time. It is a good year, enjoy.

[Daniel Marsh]

March 17, 1974  11:46 AM,  I prayed in Hebrew at a Free Methodist Church.   An Elder told me that we don't speak in tongues here.   I was puzzled at that statement.   For a while,  I thought they only wanted people to speak English.  

[JohnD]

Happy RE-Birthday!

Ye must be born again...

[JohnD]

For years I didn't remember when it actually was that I was reborn.

At times I came forward thinking I hadn't done it or made it official.

Then one day the Lord reminded me of a day in 1967 when my mother was

very late picking me up from kindergarten.  My teacher, Miss Maggard, patiently waited

in one room and she had me go to another room where the lights were off and I was

to put my head down on the table. I was a worry wart and feared the worst. This

she believed would calm me. And it did.

Still, I felt worried and embarrassed Miss Maggard had to be inconvenienced.

I looked up at the calendar (I think it was April) and the picture at the top was of Jesus on the cross.

I remember a warm feeling coming over me... comfort, assurance, and a knowing that the Lord

claimed me and that I would be his forevermore.

Many years later, I looked up Miss Maggard. I guess I was hoping to thank her for her Christian teaching

in my kindergarten class. But I found her obituary here. A surprising read (even to me). I didn't know just 

how devoted this Godly Christian woman was until then.

I am honored to have been her kindergarten student at Gardenside Christian Church in Lexington, Ky. And that

this is where the Lord claimed me as his own.

Don't tell me women don't make a difference in the faith!

Plus both my grandmothers were praying women who prayed every day for everyone of their children and grandchildren

and great grandchildren.

Nostalgia break:

This is the house we lived in at the time (to the right): 

54 years ago I climbed the tree to the left way up into the small branches... tree was much smaller then... so was I

Edited January 31, 2020 by JohnD