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I’ve always had an issue with that. Didn’t make sense and quite honestly, I found it most annoying when some well-meaning soul asked me –

“But are you born again?”


I consider myself a Christian. A child of God.  

And mine is a simple faith.

I pray in silence and unseen. Unless it’s my morning walk. Still unseen, except for nature and its creatures, I will start an “up-line” audible chat with my God.

I sing. All the time. On the boat. At home. On my walk. In the shops. In church. My surroundings determine the volume.

I talk to God. All the time. This is over and above the morning walk prayer thing. Praising, thanking, begging. Begging is really what I do. Intercession sounds so formal. Once again the “where” determines the sound setting.

But back to that born again thing. As a baby you come squalling into this world. The umbilical cord is cut, you’re cleaned up and your earthly journey starts.

But you also come into this world as a Child of God.

Psalm 139:13-14 (NLT) “You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.”

Isaiah 49:5 (KJV) “And now saith the Lord that formed me from the womb to be his servant………”  

So, that umbilical cord thing. The one created in your mother’s womb.

I don’t believe that cord between Him and I was ever cut.

Have I strained it at times?

Heck yes! To breaking point, I’m sure.

But He never cut it. He was, and is, always there. I was, and am, always attached.

Did I, do I need cleaning?

All the time. Especially some times.

And I’d be on my knees begging forgiveness.

Maybe those times when He pulled and pulled on that umbilical cord were the labor pains culminating in that spiritual rebirth thing? And he finally yanked so hard that I landed in His lap Born again!

And I’m there to stay.

I don’t know.

I do know I’m close to and comfortable with my God. What with the Holy Spirit within and around, plus my Guardian Angel to whip me into shape should I try to wander, I’m good.

As I said,

Mine is a simple faith.

Cyber hugs and Blessings All.


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