Thursday, July 12, 2012
Happy ReBirthday to Me
You know what else I used to do? Never admit I was wrong.
If you read the last few posts, I shared a bit about how I ended up on my knees sobbing, begging God to fix the incredible mess I had made of my life. I told Him what He already knew: that I had made more mistakes than I could count, that I couldn't even name them all because I couldn't remember them, that I couldn't right my own wrongs, that I couldn't go on living the way I was, and that I needed Him to just take it all and forgive me, and help me to start over. That's exactly what He did, and in a split second.
July 12, 2004. I guess that makes me officially eight years old.
I know some eight-year-olds. They're eager and exuberant but also somewhat sarcastic and jaded already. They know some things, but there's a lot they don't know. There is a lot they have to learn yet, and people around to teach them. They experience happiness quite often, but they also experience a great deal of disappointment.
Yup. Sounds about right.
But all in all, life is good, and I thank God every day for that.