Know how a lot of Christians can come off as sounding "too goody goody"? Well I am here today to tell you how I am broken and that a few circumstances that nearly, quite literally broke me. I was going to write this on my blog, but it wouldn't be an encouragement to anyone save me because my blog is private
As I breathe in the crisp Spring air next to a napping husband it occurs to me that May 8th 2012 has come and gone without a single thought. That is, until now. I am so thankful that God has given me 4 chances at living. One when I was created, then when I accepted Christ, a third when I homorrhaged after pushing out my sweet baby boy (had to be rushed into emergency surgery to put me back together) while my baby was fighting for his life in NICU, and a fourth when I had that malignant ovarian tumor removed. Certainly you, and you, and you have been through more, and have dealt with tests of faith far better than I have, but I still couldn't have gotten through them at all without my faith.
Life has made me tough and difficult, but if you really know me, deep down soft and fragile, bursting with love. I thank God always, He has never left me nor forsook me, and He never gave up on me even when I deserved it! I have undoubtedly deserved it. Mutt stubborn and opinionated!
All my past, present, and future sins forgiven. I tell the boys the herd of sacrificial lambs couldn't be big enough to compensate for my goof ups. If you ever feel like a screw up know that Jesus takes and keeps screw ups. My screw ups include flying off the handle at people who mess with me or my kids, or even seem to be a remote threat. Even after I forgive them I ignore them for awhile as to not give them a second opportunity. I'm a work in progress. Oh, there is much more, but even with my filthy rags, He loves me, accepts me, and forgives me. How have you overcome/how has God give you a story as a way to help others?
If you are so moved please share your experiences as a reply to lift up and encourage others.
As I breathe in the crisp Spring air next to a napping husband it occurs to me that May 8th 2012 has come and gone without a single thought. That is, until now. I am so thankful that God has given me 4 chances at living. One when I was created, then when I accepted Christ, a third when I homorrhaged after pushing out my sweet baby boy (had to be rushed into emergency surgery to put me back together) while my baby was fighting for his life in NICU, and a fourth when I had that malignant ovarian tumor removed. Certainly you, and you, and you have been through more, and have dealt with tests of faith far better than I have, but I still couldn't have gotten through them at all without my faith.
Life has made me tough and difficult, but if you really know me, deep down soft and fragile, bursting with love. I thank God always, He has never left me nor forsook me, and He never gave up on me even when I deserved it! I have undoubtedly deserved it. Mutt stubborn and opinionated!
All my past, present, and future sins forgiven. I tell the boys the herd of sacrificial lambs couldn't be big enough to compensate for my goof ups. If you ever feel like a screw up know that Jesus takes and keeps screw ups. My screw ups include flying off the handle at people who mess with me or my kids, or even seem to be a remote threat. Even after I forgive them I ignore them for awhile as to not give them a second opportunity. I'm a work in progress. Oh, there is much more, but even with my filthy rags, He loves me, accepts me, and forgives me. How have you overcome/how has God give you a story as a way to help others?
If you are so moved please share your experiences as a reply to lift up and encourage others.