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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)

TITLE: New Birth
By Katie Figueroa


When a baby is born there is much work on the part of a mother and a baby. However, the agony and pain is quickly forgotten at the sight of this helpless little wiggly life before her.

A little room freshly painted in pastel pink and the window decorated in curtains with stars, rainbows and baby angels all dancing across a pale blue sky. A mobile of stars, and angels hung above the little crib in the corner of the room while the dresser drawers were filled with little t-shirts, socks, pajamas, diapers and more. Atop the dresser were pins, cotton swabs, baby oil, and wipes galore. Much love was put into the preparation of this special expectant little baby girl.

How precious the life of all little children and that is is how God sees us as his precious little children. When I came face to face with the knowledge that God was real, that Jesus had actually died and shed his blood for me, and that stories I had heard in church were not just stories but fact, I chose Jesus.

I was grown up with three little girls of my own, but in the eyes of my heavenly Father I was reborn into his kingdom as I walked down that isle in church seeking his touch and the infilling of his spirit. I had come to the realization that there really is a God that loves me, and wants only good for me beyond all I had done or been through.

I was in the kitchen ironing and speaking in a heavenly language when my girls came home from school that eventful day when God had filled me with his spirit. Years later my middle daughter (Teresa) told me that it sounded like I was speaking in some Indian language and that she remembered when I was with their father that there was always a lot of yelling and fighting in the house. When I came to Jesus all the contention ceased.

Teresa remembered one evening after she and her sisters had gone to their room upstairs to retire for the evening that she heard me praying, so she lay on the floor pressing her ear to the grate to hear me and fell asleep there on the floor as the peace and comfort of God enveloped her.

Like a new born baby that puts everything in its mouth trying to taste the freshness of the exciting world before it, I desired his word, his truth, and his presence. Not understanding all what he was about or what he expected, I only knew I needed more of him. There’s nothing like the touch of the savior. In his presence all doubt vanished, I just knew he loved me.

Like a baby taking its first step and then falling again and again, the process continues until one day the falls are less and less. This new life (new birth) in Christ was just like that for me. One day I’d be on top of the world then the next I would be struggling. However, as my prayer life grew, so did this new creature inside me begin to grow.

Days, months, years passed and still that monumental, pivotal day continues to hold a precious place in my heart as I live with newness everyday filled with his spirit, and walking his love.

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Connie Allen08/29/09
I loved this article. I,too, know the joy and privilege along with the responsibility that comes from the infilling (baptism) of the Holy Spirit. How wonderful it is to be able to pray and praise in a language that the devil cannot interfere with.