Forgotten and Neglected

Yup, it went unnoticed again.

Maybe it’s because I never wrote Monday’s date. Maybe it’s because I can never remember the date. Was it 9-8-89 or 9-10-89?

Either way: Monday was my baptismal birthday and it went completely unacknowledged–even by me.

I don’t blame other people for forgetting. To remember everyone’s actual birthday, baptismal birthday, anniversary, first date, et al… I get it.

Even though I don’t remember the actual day, I like to acknowledge the date. I like to do something special on that on September 10 just to celebrate rebirth in Christ.

Made by a local girl at an outreach event.

Truth be told: I didn’t even spend time with the Lord on Monday.

I intended to, of course. Absolutely, I intended to.

But I gave in to the seductive whisper of the Monday morning snooze button.

After work on Monday, I sat down, got my Bible open to the right chapter, and maybe even read a few verses, before my phone made some noise telling me a friend brought something to my attention that, in my opinion, needed immediate tending.

I never got back to what I was reading.

You know how this goes, right? Don’t leave me hanging out here vulnerable, transparent, and on a hook I totally deserve.

It was the day He adopted me into His family and I completely blew off my Father. (that hurts just to write)

I didn’t even realize the most under-celebrated yet most important day of my life passed.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation including forgetting our baptismal birthdays will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:38-39 (your translation might say something a little different)

Those are my confirmation verses.

Those verses are my life story.

I was rude and disrespectful and still I’m part of the family.

Even on days when I mess up, I’m still welcome in the arms of my Father.

I was wrong, very wrong, I’ve been granted grace.

Have a taste. It’s quite sweet.

Or anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

<>< Katie

PS: I know, I went from Baptist tradition on Monday to Lutheran tradition on Wednesday, welcome to my life.

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