And Here We Are

Part of what took me so long to do this is I feared no one would want to hear from little ole me.  I'm not Creflo Dollar, or Billy Graham, or any of the other famous evangelical ministers.  I'm not even a licensed minister.  There was an answer for that too.  Jesus was not a Pharesee or any other officer of the temple.  He was scorned for quoting scripture by those of the temple.  

I remember feeling so agitated as one licensed minister started a Facebook page.  He kept pushing his license in everyone's face.  Than God reminded me, "“Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!”

Matthew 18:7 KJV.  This person was flashing his license because he was offended and needed to prove himself.  God says our proof is in our deeds.  I was afraid I would offend if I used the knowledge God laid on my mind and in my heart.

At this point I realize if I keep using excuses to stop sharing, I am not following the path that Jesus has laid at my feet. “Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee. Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established. Turn not to the right hand nor to the left: remove thy foot from evil.” Proverbs 4:24- 26 KJV.  Jesus made me realize that every time I made and excuse, I was looking away and allowing doubt into my heart.  

Keep your feet on the path set for you.  Jesus will always guide your step as long as you keep listening.  His words are simple.  His direction easy.  We are the ones who make it difficult.  Have a blessed day.

A Little About Me

I want to start of with explaining a little about the author of this blog.  My name is Linda.  I am the mother of three amazing natural children, and 7 wonderful stepchildren.  My world is filled with the joy of Jesus, and completed with love from children, grandchildren, and a few great grandchildren.  That is how much Jesus has blessed me since I walked back into His graces.

I wasn't always able to say I was truly a Christian.  Just nine years ago I was in a very dark place.  I divorced my oldest two children's father because of abuse and the inability to find compatibility  in our marriage at all.  Don't get me wrong, I begged for counseling, asked for some guidance from the church, I even prayed to save my marriage.  God told me there is a time to understand that it is time to leave.  I was lucky to have the love and support of my family to get me out of a bad situation.  I also was lucky to make friends in some weird places during my transition.  Soon after my divorce, I thought I had to be super mom.  I got involved in drugs, thinking they were a tool to keep going in my life.  Wrong, it became a harsh reality of addiction.  I had my third child during my time of addiction.  Boy was I lucky that Christ still had my back.  My youngest was born with no real adverse reaction to my addiction.  When I had hit my lowest point, God sent me a saver, my current husband. 

I was ready to walk away.  Who could ever love a broken, abused, addict like me.  All I had left in life was my family and my kids.  No one would want me.  Boy was I wrong.  My oldest child saw the text messages, and decided to play match maker.  I finally conceded and the first thing he told me was I was beautiful.  Me, beautiful, I couldn't conceive where he was coming from.  The only thing he said is I had to give up drugs.  So, I did.  than he saw where I was moving my kids to and said that we were staying with him. I told you God sent me a saver.  I have been clean of drugs now nine years.

I always made sure my kids were in church, but I made thousands of excuses why I didn't have to go.  I used the times I was asked to leave, I was too tired, and the list goes on and on.  One day my youngest had a Christmas pageant.  My oldest begged me.  I said maybe with the actual words no looming in the back of my head.  One of the kids' helpers at the church called to say my youngest needed clothes.  I rushed over to help, but low and behold that same helper bought her a new outfit.  My heart sank.  I stayed and helped dress the kids.. I than went to the pageant and sat for the service.  God reached way down deep in me and showed me I was wrong.  This was where I belonged.  This was how I was supposed to help my children become better Christians. 

Fast forward to 2013, God says I am to share the realities of being a Christian, and show how He lays certain scriptures on my heart.  I was willing to share the scripture, but only to my friends on Facebook.  Now I finally understand, and will do this the way I am supposed to.  This is my walk as a Christian.