I am like a crooked little Christmas tree.
My trunk is bent.
Branches are broken off.
In various places.
My needles are drying up.
And falling off.
Imperfect.
Flawed.
Broken.
Misshapen.
Distorted by sin.

And yet...
Still He loves me.
Because He bought me.
For a very high price.
The Blood of His Son.
Still He loves me.
In all my twistedness.
In all my waywardness.
Because He owns me.

I am like a crooked Christmas tree.
But He still puts His Light upon me.
And adorns me with His Love.
Transforming me.
From broken.
From crooked.
To beautiful.

Blessed

3rd of October

O’ a special day. A

day when a boy was born in

the land of wood and water, A land surrounded

By

blue sea. His

journey would begin on that

Monday, the 276th day of the year

1977 - Handpicked by God to face trials and tribulations

Divinely

being molded. God’s

handiwork at its finest.  A

miracle child – forged from steel – to one

day Glorify his Maker. Now the time is here -

God’s

handiwork proven – the

boy made into a man

with Wisdom, Integrity, Selfless-love, and Honor. The

journey continues with many special days to come. Each

Will

mark a celebration

of transformation, a calendar of

hope– proof that God’s plan never fails

to those who righteously, humbly and wholeheartedly seek Him



Happy Birthday Brother