Do you feel special and loved? well, you should because you are...
yesterday I was celebrating my birthday. I've completed 33 cycles... I like this number.
Many people made me feel special and loved this day... many calls, messages, e.mails and also visits...
Marcia, her brother Junior, the Hurst family,(Denny, Maureen, Alana and Isaac) and the Farmer kids, Noah and Eden, came from Lisbon... Juran and Nico came from Porto...Thank you all for making this day special...
Paula and Spencer Farmer were also on their way when their car broke down 20 Km from the land and wouldn't start...in the end, they were towed back to Lisbon and I picked up the kids on the high-way gas station... What a shame for Paula and Spencer...

I got a special call from my mum who lives in Angola...it touched me deeply when she shared the way I was born 33 years ago in the northeast of Angola, in the middle of civil war, in an hospital where everyone was too busy tending wounded people to give attention to a woman in labour... it was me and my mum, and eventually a nurse called Edna, like my sister... "I'm here now, thanks to you", I said... and my mum said "yes, God really wanted you to be born"... Wow, yes, that is the truth... God thought of me even before I was conceived... God created me the way I am...
God protected me even when I was just a few months in my mom's womb and my parents went to some place to have an abortion... I don´t blame them, considering they were on the verge of a civil war when they found out they were pregnant...They already had 2 kids, 4 and 2 years old and things were insecure... But God didn't think that would be a problem... They heard of a place where they could make an abortion and were prepared to drive 500 km to get there... They had friends in the middle of the way and decided to have a break... when they went back to the car, a new car, it wouldn't start... my dad tried all the troubleshooting possibilities, but nothing... it took a long time and many trials... my dad was furious about it... then my mum told him to stop trying and have a moment... she also had a moment of silence... maybe praying... that´s when she felt she was having the baby and they were not supposed to do the abortion... after this my mum asked my dad to try again, one more time... he did just to please my mum, and the engine started as if nothing was wrong with it... at that time my mum said "Let's go home, we´re having this baby."
yesterday I was celebrating my birthday. I've completed 33 cycles... I like this number.
Many people made me feel special and loved this day... many calls, messages, e.mails and also visits...
Marcia, her brother Junior, the Hurst family,(Denny, Maureen, Alana and Isaac) and the Farmer
Paula and Spencer Farmer were also on their way when their car broke down 20 Km from the land and wouldn't start...in the end, they were towed back to Lisbon and I picked up the kids on the high-way gas station... What a shame for Paula and Spencer...
I got a special call from my mum who lives in Angola...it touched me deeply when she shared the way I was born 33 years ago in the northeast of Angola, in the middle of civil war, in an hospital where everyone was too busy tending wounded people to give attention to a woman in labour... it was me and my mum, and eventually a nurse called Edna, like my sister... "I'm here now, thanks to you", I said... and my mum said "yes, God really wanted you to be born"... Wow, yes, that is the truth... God thought of me even before I was conceived... God created me the way I am...
God protected me even when I was just a few months in my mom's womb and my parents went to some place to have an abortion... I don´t blame them, considering they were on the verge of a civil war when they found out they were pregnant...They already had 2 kids, 4 and 2 years old and things were insecure... But God didn't think that would be a problem... They heard of a place where they could make an abortion and were prepared to drive 500 km to get there... They had friends in the middle of the way and decided to have a break... when they went back to the car, a new car, it wouldn't start... my dad tried all the troubleshooting possibilities, but nothing... it took a long time and many trials... my dad was furious about it... then my mum told him to stop trying and have a moment... she also had a moment of silence... maybe praying... that´s when she felt she was having the baby and they were not supposed to do the abortion... after this my mum asked my dad to try again, one more time... he did just to please my mum, and the engine started as if nothing was wrong with it... at that time my mum said "Let's go home, we´re having this baby."
I'm thankful to God and to my parents that at that moment they decided to give up on the idea of aborting me.... In the end God did provide a place for me to be born in peace, even in the midst of war... and after my birth there were also many miracles that provided a way for my parents to be able to evacuate and find refuge and a new life in Portugal.
I was born into this world at this time because God wanted so... My story is one in many where this is more obvious, but I believe that every single one of us meant to be born...
Let's be thankful for life, for all lives...
I want to thank God for my life, for the way I was created to be, for the family I was born into, for the friends I have, for the Spiritual family I have all over the world...people who are dear and special for me, and who make me feel special and loved so often...
I want to thank God for my life, for the way I was created to be, for the family I was born into, for the friends I have, for the Spiritual family I have all over the world...people who are dear and special for me, and who make me feel special and loved so often...
" Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day. "

5 comments:
AppY BuRfdAy 2 Ewe
aPpY bIrThDaY tO yOu
HAPPPPPY BIirrrrthday deeR BabA
HappY BirthinGday tooo YoUUUUUU
:o)
welcome to the 33 club
Hello Bá,
Happy Birthday, late...
Congratulations for your 33 Springs!!!
God Bless you.
bappy birthada my sunshine sister, I miss you a lot, thinking to come to your farm one day :) are you there now? hugs from poland :)
hey Baba
be blessed you beauty one
be blessed with a lot of oil ... from the oilives ;-),
but although with oil from the Holy Spirit thick and dripping all over you ...
Just being annointed day by day with the oil of Jesus ..
the oil who heals .. and which smells soooo good ...
and which is although a blessings to those around you, when they smell the sweet fragrance of Jesus in your life ... the smell of live .. like perfume of live
blessings to you my sister
I send you greetings over the ocean
Debora
la Baba...
just read that u´d got ur 33rd b´day so I wanna congratulate &hope u´re enjoying time!
Am enjoying working with Danica at our boarding school..she´s really fund of her studies.
Anke´s more or less fine..she´s missing her cuban boy-friend..but we met him 8weeks ago cause this time I "followed" her&we went to Cuba...crazy country!?
Beijinhos..Sonja "sol" ;)
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