What Does The Bible Say About Your Birthday?

Have you ever wondered what the Bible says about your birthday? Yes, the day you were born. Have you ever looked your birthday up in the books of the Bible?

My birthday is December 31st – 12/31. Or in the Bible it would be 12:31. Not all books have 12 chapters in them and not all chapters have 31 verses in them but for the ones that does here goes.

All scriptures are taken from the King James Version Bible 1611. (KJV)


Exodus = And He called Moses and Aaron by night, and said, Rise up, and get you forth from among my people, both ye and the children of Israel; and go, serve the Lord, as ye have said.

2 Samuel = And he brought forth the people that were therein, and put them under saws, and under harrows of iron, and under axes of iron and made them pass through the brickkiln and thus did he unto all the cities of the children of Ammon. So David and all the people returned unto Jerusalem.

1 Kings = And he made a house of high places, and made priests of the lower of the people, which were not of the sons of Levi.

1 Chronicles = And of the half tribe of Manasseh eighteen thousand, which were expressed by name, to come and make David king.

Nehemiah = Then I brought up the princes of Judah upon the wall, and appointed two great companies of them that gave thanks, whereof one went on the right hand upon the wall toward the dung gate.


Matthew = Wherefore I say unto you, all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men.

Mark = And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as theyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.

Luke = But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you.  (One of my favorite scriptures in the Bible.)

John = Now is the judgment of this world: now shall the prince of this world be cast out.

1 Corinthians = But covet earnestly the best gifts: and yet shew I unto you a more excellent way.

So if you are ever feeling down and out, discouraged, upset or even happy or sad take the time to look your birthday up in the Bible and see what it says. It is sure to lift you up.

Have a very Blessed day!


I hope everyone had a wonderful Independence Day and weekend. I hope it was one that you will always remember and never forget.

As we celebrated this Independence Day I would like to reflect on some time-old traditions that have made this day special. Traditionally family and friends would get together to celebrate. There would be cookouts and barbeques. The scent of hamburgers, hotdogs and barbeque cooking over a hot-fired grill would give off an aromatic aroma that would make a groups stomach sound like a pack of young lions bellowing out. Ice cold watermelon in the afternoon possibly along with a seed spitting contest and then a friendly football, softball or volleyball game amongst everyone. In the evening a fireworks show at a local park or out in an open field.

Maybe there would be a parade in town. A high school band marching as they played patriotic songs that would make any parents or war veterans’ heart swell with pride. An ROTC unit in full uniform marching in order holding the American flag out front and center while others carry their rifles on their shoulder, showing off their skills to a well-choreographed shout from a squad leader. Maybe there would be horses and buggies carrying cowboys and cowgirls while they hold their flags high with pride. And let’s not forget the fire-trucks and police cars with sirens blaring all draped with the Stars and Stripes. Kids waving their small flags on the sidewalks and when the big flag would come by everyone would put their hand over their hearts and soldiers and veterans would salute. The only thing that would probably be missing from the parade is jolly old Saint Nick himself. But this parade isn’t about him, this parade would center on the one thing that many of our forefathers and many today have fought and died for. A land and country we call the “Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.” And the grandest thing of all that we take pride in is Old Glory itself, the American flag.

We would have sparklers, firecrackers and bottle rockets to shoot off in our backyard. It didn’t matter if you lived in the country or the city. It may have been annoying to the neighbors but they knew in a day or two all the excessive noise will be subsided and everyone would go back to their daily lives and routine.

We celebrated our 4th with some friends that I grew up with. Maw Motes, as I’ve began calling her and her husband, Paw Motes, a few short years ago were another set of parents growing up that I answered to. Since Paw Motes went on to be with the Lord just a few months back I told my wife and everyone else that would listen; I’m going to spend the 4th with Maw Motes wherever she was going to be. Maw and Paw Motes’ youngest son and I grew up together as best of friends and I quit calling him “friend” a long, long time ago. We’ve called each other “Bro” or “Brother” for years now and sometime we would call each other the occasional “Goofball” or “Knothead” everyone once in awhile.

We did a few of the traditional things that I had mentioned earlier. We helped shell peas and beans, had a cookout, talked about old times, refreshed our memory of some old friends and folks that others had forgotten about. My wife and I were taught a new, maybe it was an old, way of playing dominoes. We laughed and carried on until it was time to go and watch the fireworks display at the nearest town.

Summerdale, Alabama is a small town in Baldwin County in south Alabama that dots one of the many expressways and highways headed toward the beaches of the gulf coast. I quickly learned it was a town that prided itself on good southern traditions as well, the kind my wife and I love to look for. The people were friendly and the fireworks display was wonderful. Everyone parked on both sides of the road and sat on tailgates of trucks, brought out lawn chairs or just stood there propped against a vehicle waiting for the fireworks display to begin. A few people sat inside their vehicles. While we waited for the show to start the good Lord gave us a show of his own by sending us some thunder and lightening in the distance. I think everyone prayed for the rain to hold off until the fireworks show was over, to which it did.

To say the least as tired and exhausted as I was, it was hard for me to go to sleep that night. I lay there reflecting on the events of the day, trying to burn them into my memory forever. And of course part of my insomnia could have been from hearing fireworks continuously going off in the distance. Before finally dozing off to a restful sleep I quietly lay there and gave thanks to the Lord for letting me live in a country where freedom is still free, for now and hopefully for generations to come, and where we could have good memories of good times with good friends.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.  Psalms 33:12


Today I spent Valentine with my first love.
My heart felt higher than the eagles above.
He didn’t say anything when he took me in his arms.
He held me close and I felt so safe and warm.
He looked into my eyes and softly said, “I love you.”
“I love you so much I’ve got something special for you.”
He held me by the hand as he guided me through.
Where was he taking me? Where were we going to?
We walked on and the day seemed so serene.
As I looked around it was the most beautiful day I have seen.
Dogs and cats were playing, birds were chirping in the trees.
Children were running and playing so happy with glee.
We walked down the street I couldn’t see where it ends.
I saw many of my loved ones and many of my friends.
I could not believe as I looked around of all that I see.
I could not believe this is what my first love is giving to me.
We stopped at a beautiful mansion, the kind I’ve only dreamed about.
“This is for you my child.” As he held his nail scarred hands out.
Yes, I’m spending Valentine with my first love forever in his presence.
He was my first love on earth and now he’ll forever be my first love in heaven.



(This is for all the bus drivers whose work and dedication doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you all for all you do in taking care of our children on the roads.)

The school buses were lined up neatly all in a row,
Waiting for all the little children to get out of school so they could go;
Dropping them off at their houses all over town,
The driver wanted to get home before dark and before the sun went down;

He shook his head as he looked in his mirror at the loud and wild bunch,
“What did they feed you at school today was it sugar for lunch?”
That was the wrong question as nine-year-old Alfred heard what he said,
Being the smartest kid in school he raised both hands along with his head,
He began to explain everything right down to the number of carbohydrates,
How much fat and calories was in it and how much he ate.
The driver drove on and listened but Alfred was becoming a real bore,
He mumbled to himself “Just be calm its just a few stops more.”

They suddenly got quite he turned and looked around,
Then he heard the one thing he dreaded that one little sound;
His eyes got watery as he tried to hold his breath,
He was trying his hardest while his face turned blood red;

He slid his window wide open to let the fresh air blow in,
He leaned over and stuck his head out so he could breathe again;
He knew it wouldn’t help but he turned on the wipers,
He looked in his mirror and said, “Someone needs to check their diaper.”

The last one is off he finally got some peace and quite,
He looked around behind him but something wasn’t quite right;
There stood six-year-old little Suzy with her backpack on in the aisle,
She looked up at him with big brown eyes and a snaggle-tooth smile;

He mumbled again as he shook his head from side to side,
He wondered how he missed her where did she hide?
He looked down at her and he didn’t want to make a big fuss,
When he asked her she said, “I guess I got on the wrong bus.”

My 4th of July Prayer

Heavenly Father, we humbly ask that you watch over our soldiers, sailors and airmen and protect them all from our enemies and show them your loving kindness and power. I ask that you minister to them this very moment and lift their spirits. Where there is pain, give them peace and mercy. Where there is doubt, give them confidence. Where there is a need, fill that need. Bless their homes, bless their families, bless their finances and their journeys. Keep your hand of protection upon them day and night. Cover them with a blanket of protection like a loving mother or father covers their children on a cold winters night. Put a hedge and wall of protection around them and put them all under the shadow of your protective wings until they all come home safe. In Jesus’ precious name we pray, Amen.


Well, college football is officially over
The scores are in the books;
Alabama won another title
They’re the best in the nation it looks.

It was a waste of time for Lee Corso,
To dress all up in his Irish green;
To declare Notre Dame the winner,
He looked envious of the Tide it seemed.

How about Doctor Lou when he said,
Whose spit proceeded his words;
Declared Notre Dame the winner,
That statement now seems absurd.

There were a few that knew
Alabama would get another crystal ball;
They knew the Fighting Irish
Couldn’t take it and would have a terrible fall.

But who knew it would turn out
The way it turned out to be;
For Saban and the mighty Crimson Tide,
Trophy number three.

Say what you will about championships,
And about how many they really have;
Whether it’s three or fifteen,
All I know is that we have it now.


Susan’s Story

Sixteen-year-old Susan and her friend Marcy were texting each other all afternoon. They were best friends and lived across town from each other.  Marcy asked Susan if she could come over to do some studying.  So Susan went to her dad and asked if she could borrow the car to go to Marcy’s house to work on a thesis they had in one of the classes they were taking together.  He said it would be okay if she would get back at a decent time because he needed to get up early to go to work the next morning.

She got into the car, adjusted the seat and mirrors, buckled her seatbelt and turned the radio to her favorite station.  She put her cell phone in her lap in case Marcy or anyone called or sent her a message. Sure enough before she got to the end of the street Marcy sent her another message.  When Susan pulled up to the stop sign she replied to Marcy that she was on her way and she would be there in a few minutes.  She laid the phone back in her lap and she would check it every few minutes while on her way.

Susan was all excited about going to her friend Marcy’s house. She was swaying her shoulders side to side while she sang along with the song ‘The Power of Love’ by Huey Lewis and the News that was blaring on the radio, while trying to dance in her seat.  Marcy forwarded Susan a message that she had received from another friend that Thomas, the football team’s star running back, was interested in taking Marcy to a dance.  Susan quickly replied, ‘That’s cool’ and put her phone back in her lap.

Susan sniffed and rubbed her nose with one hand. She sniffed again and felt uncomfortable.  She gently put her index finger in her nose to try to relieve the discomfort that she felt.  She searched diligently with her index finger in her nasal cavity for that annoying discomfort.  While all of her attention was on her attempt to dig out that hidden buried treasure that was lodged in the deep, dark recesses in her nasal tunnel she failed to see the light at the intersection that she was coming upon had turned to yellow then red.  By the time she saw the big dump truck that was about to sideswipe her it was already too late.  When emergency crews arrived and pulled Susan from the wreckage, upon looking at her they knew instantly what had happened. Eyes and mouth wide open in shock with both index fingers buried to the knuckle in the nook of her nostrils.

Long before there was drinking and driving, talking and driving and yes, even texting and driving there was ‘picking and driving’. What makes this the worse of distracted driving is the fact that practically everyone that drives on the road has a nose and has had some kind of nasal negligence while driving. Whether it is flicking one out the window, having one flicked on your windshield from the driver in front of you and you swerving to try to avoid it to losing one off your finger somewhere in your vehicle and taking your eyes off the road to look down and try to find it.

Poor old Susan never made it to her friend Marcy’s house and her dad’s car was totaled. (But he did get that new truck he was looking at in the magazine when Susan left wishing there was some way he could afford one.) Susan left behind a husband of fifteen years and three small kids aged seven, nine and twelve whom she will never see grow up to be… Well, whatever they grow up to be she won’t see it.

And the moral of this story is: DON’T PICK AND DRIVE!

And that my friend is a true story… Okay, most of it is true… Okay, okay it is a complete fabrication of my imagination but it could be true I do know a few people named Susan and Marcy and I know a lot of dad’s.

And remember: You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose but I wouldn’t suggest picking your friends nose…Even if they ask.  Have a great and safe driving day!

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