I used to think the best day of my life was the day I retired.  I no longer have to work.
Then I thought the best day of my life was the day my granddaughter was born.  I experienced such joy.
The day my daughter was born was a great day too.  She smiled, my heart melted.
The day my son was born, wow, I beamed as he held my finger when I took his hand.
My wedding day was awesome.  This beautiful woman accepted me, and said, “I do.”
Graduating college was a good day.  A little more meaningful than finishing high school.

Those were good days of my life, but the best day, was the day I accepted God’s free gift of salvation through his son, Jesus.  For it was God who got me to those great days, and through them, and all of the ones that weren’t so great.

In reality though, the best day of my life will be my last one.  The day I die.  (Don’t worry, I’m not rushing it.)  You see, on that day, because I gave my life to God, and have done my best to live according to his word, and have asked for forgiveness for the times I didn’t, when I die, I will enter into heaven.  No more pain.  No more hurts, disappointments, or tears.  That, will be the best day of my life!

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