He was six weeks early. Sixteen inches long, and weighed 4 lb. 14 oz. Because he was so tiny, and his lungs had not fully developed, he was in an incubator for three days. His prognosis was grim.
That was fifty-three years ago. Today, he is a father of four, grandfather of six, pastor of twenty years, fitness trainer, and travels around the world helping those in need. God spared His life to do His will.
God blessed us with a tiny son
That made our lives complete
The presence of this little one
Is precious and so sweet
God put a twinkle in his eyes
Just like the stars above
And placed a radiance on his face
That fills our hearts with love
He placed the hairs upon his head
With tender loving care
And placed a smile upon his lips
So precious and so fair
God took His time with this little one
To fill our hearts with joy
And we thank Him from the depths of our soul
For our beautiful baby boy
Published by Sandi Staton
So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.
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