New Life

It was a cool October night.  My first pumpkin pie of the season and I destroyed it.  Me, along with Tyler.  We were in a pie eating contest, the first to finish won a free pizza.  We won.  A few weeks later, a went out and had a great time watching a movie and eating pizza.  As excited we were to win the pie eating contest, we were celebrating something far more spectacular with that pizza.  We were celebrating my birth.  My birth into the Kingdom of God. 

It's been twelve years since the night I first met Jesus.  I wish I could say that these twelve years were one's of passionate love of a man toward his God, but they weren't.  I wish I could say that these twelve years were full of ridding myself of all the unrighteousness that God hates, but they haven't been.  It's been a long, trying journey.  A journey of one man trying to fight, push, climb, crawl toward a single goal.  A journey of that same man, giving up time and time again, not understanding the usefulness, or advantage of pressing forward.  A journey of a man that cowardly has given up time and time again. 

I wasn't the only one to have a birthday on October 4th.  A new generation has come into the world.  The first generation below me in my family.  My cousin had a little girl, Taylor.  I pray that her journey will be better than mine.  I pray that she will be stronger and wiser. With this birth I reminded of my own.  She is innocent, and full of life.  With Christ, I too can become innocent and full of life.  The innocence that comes with new life is offered every day through Christ.  May I too become like a little child and rest in the arms of my Father.