GRANDMA FROGGER: Born Againers Grow

Well you know, GROWING UP IS A VERY INTERESTING ADVENTURE, full of many smaller adventures. Every time I think I have grown up, I realize there is more growing to do even though I am getting quite old.  
"Every thing that lives, grows.  Growing is a sign that we are alive."  God has told us that it is far more important for His Born again children to grow spiritually in obedience and service to him than anything else in the world.

 And THAT  is the reality of growing in our BORN AGAIN LIFE.  IT IS CALLED maturity. I may be  mature in my Christian life but there is always more maturing to do.

And who wouldn’t want to be more mature when it is all about growing deeper into Christ and becoming more like Him?

When I was first born again and a few yrs. after that, I did not fully understand what the Christian life was all about.
I did not understand that being saved was all about changing.  I did not understand that giving my life to God to be my boss during that time would transform my life into what it is today.

SUNDAY MORNING

With each passing BORN AGAIN BIRTHDAY, I have seen my life CHANGE into what it is today.  It hasn't been anything spectacular, but very real.  I have never regretted opening the door to my life to God.
Yes, we all grow whether we want to or not.
And these are called life experiences.  We develop relationships.  we go to school, we get jobs, we get sick, and other good and bad things happen.

How ever, I was 13 yrs. old when I awakened to a sense of my God-given responsibility of stewardship over my life and would soon be on the path to prove that reality.
   I had just completed a difficult  school year , the 7th  grade at missionary school.  It was a year without my three sister/schoolmates of the previous years who  left as their parents pursued other ministries. 

1961-62 School Yr.  Me & my sister

It left a big hole in my life and made me very sad.  As I have mentioned before in my chats that people are ours for only a time.  Some longer than others.
It was a year of testing my boundaries.

L to R, Sonya, Carmen, Me, Mimi, and Joy in front, MY SISTERS, MY CLASSMATES WITH OUR TEACHER, MISS TIMMERMAN

It was a year of sprinkling baby powder on the already slippery, shiny tile hallway creating a foot skating rink of sorts.
It was a year of stealing  Bimbo bread and milk from the refrigerator and hiding in the large,walk-in closet to make Marimbi Mush for a tea party with the dolls.

Ediger & Smith kids, beginning of school year with our book bags

It was the year of a discipline I received for an infraction I felt was unfair but that discipline forever stays in my mind.  It must have been for something unkind I had said.
I was sent to my bottom bunk for time out with instructions to read I John chapter 3 from my Bible.
 It was a gracious smack in the face.  The impact of verse 15 so made an impression on my mind that I have never forgotten the shock of realizing the seriousness of my unkindness and lack of love.  It spurred me on to continue to read the next chapter.


 June 2 of 1962, I made a public confession of my faith in baptism.

June 2,1962 Baptism in the Zempoala River near Cuautempan, Puebla

We hiked down  the mountain from our house to the Zempoala river.  Finding a quiet, relatively ,calm yet deep enough stretch of the river, I was privileged to take this next step in my faith with a group of other believers at the time.

Baptism, June 2, 1962

"The Scriptures teach us that saving faith must be a personal faith; the faith of our parents will not save us....What stories of God’s faithfulness from your past or from the lives of your family bring encouragement that God does not change and will always be with you? "  J.R. Hudberg






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