Sometimes as a person who loves Jesus, the fire is smaller, burning lower. There is an ebb and a flow. I have grown accustomed to this, and don’t get too worried about it anymore. BUT WHEN THE FIRE IS STOKED….I celebrate, celebrate, listen to the music !!!
Originally, this blog was a way to witness, but somwhere along the way, the accuser told me that it was pointless, stupid, cheesy and just plain boring. I am guilty of believing him. Dammit.
I have stumbled upon a couple of blogs that have changed my mind, and renewed my faith in the written word and in the power of sharing the love of the lord. Sometimes, I forget that there are people who have never danced before him, there are people who have never sobbed ,and had snot all over themselves, and someone else and just did not care, because the Lord was mending their broken heart, one tear at a time. There are people who are brand new children of GOD, newly adopted into a family that is elusive at times. I have experiences to offer these people…maybe you. I have a testimony…I am a witness.
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I love that you are willing to share your experiences with those who aren’t as familiar!