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Let the Signature Line Read...A Child of God, A Follower of Christ

Psalm 103:16-18King James Version (KJV)

16 For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children;
18 To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.

Dear Friends,

I realized years ago that it's not about me.  Being a child of God is about being a child of God.  What do you mean Sister? A personal relationship with Jesus Christ, being baptized -- born again in Him means I traded my old life for His.  New life in Christ.

Of course, I did not understand this clearly at nine years old when I confessed the Lord as my Savior. Yet, my childlike faith lead me to reach out to Him and I declare He reached back.

Through every valley, hill, mountain, the Lord has been there.  My grandmother used to say. "I want to live in a way that the Lord will bless my children and my children's children."  I used to pray: "Lord when I grow up I want to be just like Gra-ma."

Well here I sit, in my grandmother seat praying bless my children and my children's children.  On April 25, 2017 I joined the ranks of Grand -mother when my grandson was born.

My grandson won't call me grandma or gra-ma.  He will call me by a name God gave me to introduce myself. 

More importantly than what I am called in any walk of my life is that I want my legacy to be a good name. I want the bottom line  the signature line to be:

She was a child of God...a follower of Christ.

I pray my children know this about me...I pray my grandson will grow to understand this about me... 

I praise God as the Psalmist  for the:

  • Mercy of the Lord
  • From everlasting to everlasting
  • Upon them that fear Him (reverence Him)
  • His righteousness unto His children's children
Yay and Amen!



in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

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