It was one fine day. The alarm rang at 3 o'clock. We didn't have any time to waste. Every second counts.
I needed to prepare for our mini-picnic and we had to leave in an hour. Time is rolling and here we are finding ourselves in the bus. My husband is the bus driver for a group consisting of 45 people headed to Bozen, Italy. The day is a Saturday and it was my birthday. My husband greeted me a happy birthday and he made sure he's first to greet. Oh, what a sweet husband i have from the Lord Jesus. A little bit more than a 3-hour drive and we arrived in Bozen. All went smoothly with the ride aside from a traffic congestion which lasted only a few minutes. We praised God for His protection for our trip. The day's plan was to go on a walking trip in ''Guntschapromenade.'' Having our picnic blanket with us, a cam, some food and grape juice and water, we are set for our day's tour. With the help of a handy navigator, we set off from the Bus parking place to the promenade. It took us 30 minutes by feet to arrive at our destination. There were two options one can have. One can either take the more challenging way or rather enjoy the panorama on an easy relax route. Yes, you got it right. We took the comfortable route. Then we found the bench, where we can eat our food and drink and sleep. It was the perfect place for our picnic. We are now overlooking the city of Bozen. Everything was just right. We had a tree that cast us shadow and the wind made the sun's heat bearable and it even lulled me to sleep. My husband had also taken some power naps while sitting and watching me sleep. After our needed break on that bench, we moved forward and continued the adventure. It was a good walking tour. The vineyard on the hillslope, the panorama under us, the well-maintained and prepared path, the man of my dreams walking with me and holding my hand, our conversations, the strength of our bones and muscles, the sane mind, the realization of a life that has been blessed, the beautiful creations in forms from flowers, trees and even cats and butterflies and waters, and rocks they all made the day, my day. My mom called to greet me a happy birthday, too. My sister wrote me a birthday greeting message and a sister in the Lord greeted as well. I am not dramatic but I am coming to an era in my life where everything doesn't just feel right and peaceful but it is indeed. All of these will never be when the Lord Jesus has not rescued me way way back in my childhood days. It is because of His saving grace that my life took a completely different route. A route which is even more beautiful than I can imagine and can even perceived of has the Lord given me and I am so grateful unto Him. I have set a mission to give gospel tracts as much as the number of my age. It didn't realize while in Bozen because it's a mixed public. I have german gospel tracts with me. It's a mission to be accomplished still and I am looking forward to call it done. The truth is, I am bought with the precious blood of the Lamb who took away the sins of the world. Jesus has paid the price of my sins. He who knew no sins became sins for us, yes, also for me. '' For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.'' 2 Corinthians 5:21 Yes, through faith in Jesus I become God's child. I love to give the good news of salvation. It has been given to me freely, such a precious priceless news---the gospel is, in which by grace thru faith in Jesus, I am saved from eternal hell. When somebody didn't obey the great commission and didn't preach the gospel to me, my life will be in utter darkness and void of any form of hope. Praise God, for He sent and equipped faithful messengers and bringers of the gospel that a wretched sinner may hear and come to repentance and faith in Him, in whom salvation is only found. Oh how I love Jesus because He first loved me. We arrived home at around 10 pm. We were on the go for around 18 hours. That rounded up my birthday. Praised be the Lord Jesus Christ forevermore.
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