A Norvell Note
March 1 – Vol. 30 No. 08
March 1, 1953
What were you doing seventy-three years ago today?
Many of you were not alive, and you who were had no idea, or interest in the fact that in the wee hours of the morning in Hope, Arkansas, I took my first breath. At least that is what I assume from my knowledge of childbirth.
I’m not writing about my 73rd birthday, so you will send me a gift. But if you insist, I will gladly supply you with my Venmo account information.
I am thinking of March 1, 1953, and how grateful I am that, shortly after that day, my mother (probably before) began telling me the story of Jesus and what it means to be part of His family. From that day forward, I learned from the words my mother spoke to and into me, from the life she and the examples of following Jesus most of the rest of my family lived in front of me.
I am grateful that my mother loved the Lord and loved me enough same desire in her children to do the same.
March 1, 1973, is a day of celebration, not so much for me as for the heritage of faith that began when my mother gave birth to me 73 years ago.
I love you.
Tom
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