Births and Re-Births

Our family has so many Spring births, and now Spring re-births … neither seemingly easy to celebrate. As the years pass birthdays represent aging; sadly getting older is not valued in our culture, even meaningless to some. Re-births, passing from one life to the next an unsettling prospect. But, must they be?

I have always been one to enjoy my own birthday and the accompanying cake, surprises, cards, anticipation; enjoying the birthday celebration of loved ones by giving gifts, making cakes, planning activities, extends my own birthday joys throughout the year!

Psalm 139:1-18  The Living Bible

O Lord, You have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit or stand. When far away You know my every thought. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment You know where I am. You know what I am going to say before I even say it. You both precede and follow me and place Your hand of blessing on my head.

This is too glorious, too wonderful to believe! I can never be lost to Your Spirit! I can never get away from my God! If I go up to heaven, You are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, You are there. If I ride the morning winds to the farthest oceans, even there Your hand will guide me, Your strength will support me. If I try to hide in the darkness, the night becomes light around me. For even darkness cannot hide from God; to You the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are both alike to You.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex! It is amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous—and how well I know it. You were there while I was being formed in utter seclusion! You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe. Every day was recorded in Your book!

How precious it is, Lord, to realize that You are thinking about me constantly! I can’t even count how many times a day Your thoughts turn toward me. And when I waken in the morning, You are still thinking of me!

Re-births can come through being saved, transformed, becoming a new creature, and passing from this life to life eternal. All are mysterious to me. I think the mystery lies in when, how, where, and why these events happen. Many of Your children point to the day and even the time they were saved. I was saved when Jesus was beaten, tortured, and died a cruel death on the cross. Time, dates, irrelevant to the event that changed my life and the lives of all who truly believe!

Circumstances surrounding the passing of so many of my loved ones are known by me-yet not. The when, how, and where quite obvious-the why illusive. Stuggles with the unknown human; faith and hope of the future declared sight unseen. Jesus came back from the dead to show us The Way. Doubting is a human frailty; yet knowing You, Dear Heavenly Father, is a balm for the fearful soul. God, Your Word tells us to, “Fear not!” Three hundred sixty-five times the Bible records that phrase. You know our fears; You remind us each day of the year that Your plans for us are GOOD! Who am I to doubt this? My re-birth from this world into my Heavenly Home has not arrived; I intend to live in joy; I intend to love; I intend to be thankful for every breath I am granted; I intend to do the work You would have me do; I intend to learn who You are; I intend to deepen our relationship; those are my plans; may they be acceptable in Your sight. Amen

O God, Our Help in Ages Past

Text: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Music: Attributed to William Croft; harmony by W.H. Monk

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne,
still may we dwell secure;
sufficient is Thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting, Thou art God,
to endless years the same.

A thousand ages, in Thy sight,
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night,
before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
bears all who breathe away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come;
be Thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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