Today is the 4th of July. The day I have the wonderful privilege and joy of celebrating both my country’s birthdate and my own. There will be lots of celebration and fireworks all across the country as we remember those who sacrificed life and blood down through the years to make us free.
Because its my birth-date as well, I remember the love and sacrifice of my mother who gave me birth over seventy years ago.
Most of all, I remember the God who created me in my mother’s womb, made me aware of the love and grace of Jesus Christ; and caused me to be born again.
Father God, I praise you that you know my name.
Yes even in my mother’s womb you created and called me,
Hovered over and cared for me
In that secret place known only to you.
I praise you for the years of faithfulness and mercy
You’ve shown on my life’s journey towards you.
Most of all I praise you…All Sufficient…Gracious Savior…and Lord,
for the wonderful privilege to know and be known by you.
O Lord, you are the portion of my inheritance and my cup.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have
a good inheritance (Psalm 16:5,6).
*The gift of the Rose was hand-stitched by my granddaughter Esther. Thank you Essie for each little stitch of love you poured into this beautiful keepsake!
Glenda Mills 