A Years Difference

One year and one month ago I was baptised. I consider that day the day I was truly saved.
I am amazed how fast a year, almost two since I started attending church, has come and went.
Time flies when Jesus is by your side.

I see things differently.

There's a SMILE, YOUR MOM CHOSE LIFE sign posted on 69 Hwy that I pass, and have passed, for over two years now. When I was lost, and I clearly was lost, I looked at that sign and did one of two things: laughed or wanted to post a PRO-CHOICE sign right next to it. My liberal, yankee ways were shinning through and thought the folks (surely they were "folks") that posted that sign were bleeding red and were just judgemental church-goers.
Boy am I wrong - and I don't even know the folks that posted that sign.
I am meant to read that sign every week. I am meant to read it ALOUD every week and really think about what it reads: SMILE, YOUR MOM CHOSE LIFE.

I don't think many people know this but my mom almost didn't choose my life. I was an unplanned, unwanted fifth child of a failing marriage. [Just now I am having a moment, if you will. Who tells a child they were almost aborted anyway? My aunt Kelley, that's who.] My mom went as far as having her legs in the stirrups when she opted not to abort me. Putting this into text is HARD...really hard. Putting this into writing someone eases the pain of it all.

The mocking of that sign no longer takes place. I actually smile a big cheesy smile when reading that sign now. My mom chose life. I am in Kansas reading that sign because of her choice. Really, because of His choice. When I think of the grand scheme of things and how great God is, I am filled with cheesy ear-to-ear smiles inside and out.

A year ago I was saved. Two years ago I had never attended a church more than once for anything other than a life event. One year from now I hope I am more and more broken of barriers, bitterness and un-Godly ways.

KLB