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Match stick history ( A story of growth)


24 Feb 2024 6:58 PM

This is a story of the past, the present and the future. I started watching a movie about a family that was moving. It started out with the family finishing their packing and reminicing about the good times that they had in the house. Mom and dad were looking at the growth marks that they made on the kitchen door moulding and remembering the moments that were etched into each mark. The scene ended with everyone heading to the car while dad retrieved one last important thing.......the door moulding from the kitchen with the growth marks.

I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle from the age of two. And they used to mark the kitchen door moulding with a burned match stick. I do not know why they used a burned match stick but the marks were still there when I left home. I can remember being excited to be measured and marked on that door way of life. The smiles and exclamaiton on my Aunt and Uncles faces as they compared the new mark from the one the year before. The facination and pride that I felt to see that I had grown since my last birthday and by how much. I now wonder where my mark is on Gods door way.

How much have I grown over the years? How much have I matured? How many marks are there? And how big did God smile as He marked each one? He is our Good Good Father and I love Him more each day! He has never given up on me nor withheld His love from me. I have made so many mistakes and done so much that was wrong but He has always been faithful to forgive me as I repent. He loved me and you so much that He gave His one and only son Christ Jesus to live as we lived and suffer and as we suffer and died to pay for our sins. Jesus then rose again from the dead forever our saviour and advocate and King. When we repent of sins He says Father they are marked on me. My blood is on their door post they have repented and I have paid their price. No God did not use a match stick to mark our growth, He used the blood of His only begotten Son to mark our growth.


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