This morning I woke up with a grieving heart and spirit. My load felt heavy and the burden I was carrying was humanity in general. I don’t have to look very far to see sin, upon sin, upon sin. Some days I feel so insignificant as a born again believer in Christ, as I to be a light in this dark world. The only thing that keeps me shining a lot of days is knowing that darkness cannot kill light, but light can kill darkness.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend [overcome] it. -John 1:1-5 (NKJV)
“My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness.”
The words in this popular hymn never fail to weaken my knees, and fill me with such adoration for my Savior. My hope of eternity with the Lord is built on nothing less than the shed blood of Jesus, and His righteousness. When I think of this, I am reminded of how filthy the righteousness I think I have is, as it says in Isaiah:
I am the last person that should be writing on this subject. Someone who is not a mother writing about mothers; she must be crazy. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I am not here to tell you what you should and shouldn’t be doing, but rather encourage you, and hopefully if the Lord wills, show you that you really do have a great calling.
I grew up thinking that by the time I was the age that I am I would have a home filled with little ones. It was always my one and only desire; to grow up, marry, and be a mom. I still have the desire to marry, and be a mother, but the Lord has been very gracious to show me contentment without marriage and children (a subject I am hoping to expound upon as the Lord guides), and He has chosen to bless my siblings with children that I truly see as a blessing in my life. The Lord may not have given me my own, but He has placed little ones all around me to love on, and for that I am truly grateful.
According to my blog timeline, I started writing this post on March 11, 2015. To say that this one has been hard to write is an understatement, and I still feel I have not done an adequate job getting what is in my head into this post. It is my prayer that this post may encourage you.
“Summer ready body”; unless you are living under a rock you have heard this at some point in your life. I have steered clear of any health and fitness websites and pages because I know that around summer time this phrase is plastered everywhere with pictures of as good as unclothed women. I have always struggled with this concept of urging women to shape up in time to flaunt their bodies in what I can only assume to be revealing summer clothes; why else does your “summer body” need to be different from your “winter body”? I don’t know about you, but I have an all season body. This year I am more saddened by this concept, because I am seeing so many ladies that profess to be born again believers in Christ saying this, and falling for this phenomenon.
*I have a few other posts, that I desperately need to work on, but I thought since tomorrow is Good Friday I would try to put into words what Jesus’ death and resurrection mean to me.*
Today as I was driving to work I was overwhelmed at the love of my Saviour, and I started to sing:
“Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!”