This morning the boy and I went to church. I got him to his class and I went into the sanctuary. We started singing some Christmas and worship songs. I noticed out of the corner of my eye this blob of red bouncing up and down.
I turned my head completely to the bouncing blob and I saw a gentleman jumping with excitement. I felt an instant warmth in my heart when looked over, but then it quickly faded into sadness.
A few months ago I lost a good friend who loved Jesus so much. He was a jumper during praise and worship. He was jolly all year. He made me smile.
For a moment it was like I was seeing my friend again. I could feel the warmth fill back in my soul. I started clapping and tapping my foot, feeling thankful for a moment I got to remember my friend.
Every morning I wake up between 4 am and 5 am and immediately go to my bible app and see what the verse is for the day. As silly as it may sound to some, I see that as God’s way of speaking to me before I interact with anyone. (Except my cats, I have to feed them before I do anything or they will seek a plan of attack on me and my feet.)
I am a spiritual person. I believe in God and I believe in his miracles. I have witnessed too many not to believe. I know the whole “God” thing is not everyone’s cup of tea, so I am not a Bible pusher or one of those “salty” Christians. You know the ones I am talking about, where everything is done for the Lord and if you don’t believe or agree with their views than you will be cast into the pit of misery? (Dilly, dilly. Sorry, I could not resist.)
I am not in a religion, I simply have a relationship with Christ just like any other relationship in my life. It’s not hard. There isn’t a ton of steps you have to follow to be accepted into the club. You don’t have to be miraculous or saintly. You don’t have to be prefect. In fact, if you are flawed, broken and messed up, it’s even better. All you have to do is believe Jesus died on the cross for your sin. And three days later he rose from the dead. That’s it. It sounds freaky, I know, but at the same time kind of cool. Once you have let Jesus in your life, really cool things happen. Not right away. It’s not like you ask God to be part of your life and a flash of lighting strikes your body and you change. Well, I guess it could happen, I mean hello…it’s God. But just like any relationship, as it grows you become closer and learn to trust.
This post is not a push Jesus down your throat, it is just my way of expressing my love for Christ. I am not going to judge or dislike you if you disagree with my beliefs. If I did, I would a hypocrite and this post would be a complete lie. And that’s not cool.
Apparently the word of the day is cool because I have overused it in this post.
And if you were wondering what the verse of the day is…..
But the Lord watches over those who fear him, those who rely on his unfailing love.
There it is….you see it sticking out like a sore thumb. You try not to look at it, but you can’t help but stare with the corner of your eye. (Cue dramatic music) You have a snag in your shirt.
Don’t you just hate that? I mean you have this shirt you’ve been rocking for awhile and you know you look good in it and one day BAM you catch the sleeve on something and you get the annoying, unfixable in most cases, snag.
It seems to glare at you as it grows with each move of your arm. You want to pull the sucker back into its place, but the knit fabric won’t allow it. With a deep sigh, you wave your white flag in surrender to the annoying snag.
Goodbye dear shirt…..you will be missed.
I am so excited to start writing again. It has been too long. Sometimes I get into these writing funks, but I know they are only temporary.
Stay tuned for some great content coming your way in the next few days!
Bravery takes on many forms and no two set of eyes see bravery the same way.
Brave is stepping up for someone who no one else will stick up for.
Brave is taking on a new task at work even though you have no idea how to do it.
Brave is opening your soul to love and compassion even when you can get hurt.
Brave is taking the last piece of chocolate cake in a family of five people. (That could cause a small riot.)
Brave is supporting/protesting a cause that is dear to you. (But only if your support in an orderly manner. (No one needs to go to jail or anything.)
Brave is fighting cancer.
Brave is stepping out onto the football field even when you are scared to death.
Brave is being who you are meant to be.
Brave is writing this post after a long break.
Today is one of those days the left and right political sides can AGREE on something. That we owe our freedom and liberty to all the men and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice. #ThankYou #USA #MemorialDay #America #Freedom #Brave #Liberty
I am not sure what the reason, but this year I feel more patriotic than ever before. I know I am more in tune with what is going on around the world and my country. Maybe that is why?
All I know is everything I have done today I thought of the fallen heroes. These might seem trivial or silly, but when you think about all the things we, as Americans, get to do because of freedom I don’t take them for granted.
- I woke up from a peaceful sleep this morning.
- I drove to the store to buy all the food and items I needed.
- I ate until I was full.
- I listened to my radio in the car.
- I got to go swimming.
- I was able to do yard work.
- I got to eat again.
- I worshiped God publicly without fear.
- I am doing my laundry.
- I am watching Nascar.
- I get to take a hot shower.
I am thankful for all the selfless men and women who loved me and my country enough to leave their families to defend mine. So many soldiers never made it back to their loved ones. That is an ultimate sacrifice.
Thank you, courageous men and woman. We are the land of the free because of the brave.
Life is tough my darling, but so are you. Stephanie Bennett-Henry
You never know how tough and strong you can be until you have a sick child. You want to run and hide. You get angry. You scream. You cry. You feel helpless. You feel fear. You don’t understand all the big medical words.
Confusion sets in. You feel small, helpless, weak.
You fall to your knees. You look to the sky. You pray.
You find strength. You find hope. You find understanding. You find peace.