When I first felt the Holy Spirit moving me to write this blog, I was very excited. I love to write, and I have been writing since I was 13. I began with writing dark poems about my obsession with death. Then I moved into writing short stories and later began to journal as well. Then one day I just stopped. I stopped writing completely. No journaling, poetry, nothing. It was like I was a dried up well. I always felt my poetry was an expression of my inner most self – my soul. I guess it was about a…
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As I raised my two oldest sons, I taught them about the things I believe in, naturally. Things like evolution and the Big Bang Theory. That is what I learned in school and I believed it was fact. I also believed Christians stole everything from pagans and I wanted my kids to understand that as well. I didn’t want them falling into any false notions that Christmas had anything to do with Jesus or that Easter was even remotely about God. It was all taken from our ancient pagan roots. I didn’t teach my children about witch craft or magik,…
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Coming into Christianity, there is so much to learn! You have to learn about salvation and Jesus, of course. That is number one! But there is so much that goes along with all of that. Even if you took a crash course in Christianity I am pretty sure you would still have a long way to go to understanding the depth of the religion. Take the Holy Trinity for example. Is there really any Christian that truly understands that? Well maybe, but I have yet to understand the concept enough that I could explain it to someone else. For the…
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I don’t think I ever truly knew love until I accepted the love of Christ. I mean, I loved my sons the moment I held them in my arms. That was amazing. That feeling surpassed all the other feelings of love I had before then. I love my husband too. Deeply and madly. But it is not the same as the love that you receive from God. No, that love is the kind of love that brings you straight to your knees because you are in awe. You know you are not worthy of this love, yet it is being…
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I wish I could say my walk with Jesus has been perfect. That I pray and sit in His presence daily, but that has not been the case. There have been days, actually months even, when I do not pray regularly, or sit with Him and enjoy His presence. Those times have been bleak to say the least. Not nearly as bad as life before Jesus – no, I don’t think life could ever get that bad again. My worst day with Jesus, is still better than my best day without Him. He is my hope and my joy in…