No Longer A Rebel

It’s time to celebrate our Nation’s
Birthday…and mine.
America was born on July 4th 1776,
fighting for freedom.
I was Born on the 4th of July,
fighting for my life.

I was the second born of seven children. My parents taught me the love of family, God
and country. They bore witness to this truth: Jesus Christ is the Redeemer, the Lamb
of God who takes away the sins of the world.

I am the granddaughter of one who modeled the love of Jesus and the joy of the Lord.
My grandmother  bore witness to these truths: Heaven is our eternal home, and earth
is our dressing room. The place where we learn to love others as He first loved us.

Like many, I grew up wanting to know God. I went to church, sang in the choir, tried
to keep the traditions of the church—yet at home I was a  rebel; scrapping with my
siblings, striving for control.

I was the lost lamb sitting on the edge of a church pew, waiting for the Good Shepherd
to call my name.  He did….And the Redeemer of mankind, became my shepherd.
Up close and personal.

He lives in my heart by His Spirit, as
Prince of Peace,
Slow to anger,
Full of loving kindness,
Mercy and truth,
Pleading on my behalf before God.

It’s all about grace… *a gift extended, trusting in the name of Jesus and His
atoning blood and sacrifice for forgiveness of sins.

His invitation is to all: For God so loved the world He gave His only son, so that
whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16

To all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become 
children of God. John 1:12 


14 thoughts on “No Longer A Rebel

  1. Happy birthday, Glenda! And thank you for sharing your story. I, too, was a religious rebel who needed a Redeemer, In church every Sunday, singing in the choir, and having no idea of the gift of grace. But praise God, I finally understood the Sacrifice and came to know Him as my Savior. And now I’m FREE!


  2. Glenda – Wonderful post! And guess what! My mother-in-law shares a birthday with you! July 4th!

    Love, love, love it. Are you sure we’re not all related somehow? Oh yeah…sisters. HIS kids. Yep. Not perfect, but perfectly loved.

    Have a blessed weekend!


  3. I love this, thanks for sharing, Glenda . . . for you the religious rebel, and for me . . . just a rebel. Yet, equally and perfectly loved by Father . . . and happy birthday to you and America! (By the way, we went to church down at Christ Church in Phila this morning, and sat in William Penn’s pew. . . . very cool).


    • From one redeemed rebel to another…I am so glad Jesus picked up two wandering sheep, from different areas of the country and made us not only sister sheep, but sister friends also. Thanks for sharing Verna. Love you!


  4. Reblogged this on Where the Winds Blow and commented:
    Dear Readers, I’ve missed sharing my heart with you. I’m still experiencing some technical difficulties. This is a great post by my friend, Glenda Mills. I encourage you to check out her website. Given the upcoming holiday, I thought I would share her words with you. I know I was able to relate about being a religious rebel. Can you?


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