I contemplated writing another post
to celebrate this beautiful season, the words chose not to come, and I’m not one who can write, just for writing’s sake. So here is last year’s Christmas post.
My thoughts and feelings haven’t changed. Turns out in fact that I believe more strongly than I ever have before, that everything we do, every word, every act, should merely be an overflow of our worship of Him. I’ve not yet nailed this, I probably never will whilst on this side of eternity. Though my prayer for the year ahead is; that I get closer.
Merry Christmas, may your worship be extravagant, even in the face of hardship.
There are a myriad of ‘christian’ phrases that irk me. My top one is probably: “we just want to love on you”. Anything with ‘love on’ in the sentence just conjures up for me, images of a weird and slightly creepy game of ‘stacks on’. (Clearly I attended church youth group in the 90’s).Read More
I’m a pretty simple gal. Not surprisingly this simplicity extends to my faith.
I don’t get the argument for Calvinism nor do I fully grasp Arminianism or Pelagianism. I don’t know where I stand on the pre-tribulation, post-tribulation debate, or any of the other -ism’s or -ation’s for that matter.
I don’t understand why we like to classify ourselves and stereotype others with denominational terminology.
From the Perfectly Flawed Facebook page…
I was very excited to sleep last night. I had grand plans for a beautiful, peaceful and refreshing sleep. God, however, had other plans. I felt like He was wanting to share a word with me. I reluctantly set aside my agenda of sleep and asked Holy Spirit to speak to me. Reluctant obedience is still obedience….right?Read More
I shared this on my personal Facebook page last Easter, and this Easter I’m feeling a little braver, you guys make vulnerability and openness easy, thank you, so I’m sharing it here with you also.
During my drug abuse days, Easter was such a time of deep conviction for me, followed by crippling self-condemnation, because I knew I was not yet willing to move out from under the addiction and into the costly freedom that Christ had paid for me.
Even my very brief, but incredibly destructive drug relapse, happened to fall during Easter.