Things have changed for me. Nearly 22 years of my life now I have lived the way I wanted to live. As of two days ago that has changed. I need and want to live the way God wants me to live. Church has never been a big part of my life, I guess I have always been one to understand things in my own way, such as the bible. When I was younger I did go to church a lot. I did not learn as much as you would have thought, but instead stayed motivated to stay true to myself and God. I was a better person and the most stress free I have ever been. Jesus is not a crutch to get into heaven, paradise, or whatever you believe in after life. He did what he did to give us a chance. I mentally cant go on another day in my life comitting sins and asking forgivness for them knowing the next day Im going to do it again without putting any effort out to avoid them. That means Im not truly asking for forgivness, but rather using Jesus.
Too many people are afraid to live for him because:
Christ is not a fashion, although some people use him as one.
Because according to be a better Christian that means skipping weekends of drinking too much to stand up. Polluting, pumping, and drowning our bodies with whatever you can get your hands on.
Forgiving that person you despise.
Afraid of the change.
Im going to admit, I am one to have one cup to many. Pump nicotine in my lungs and take away years of my life that God gave me. To hold a grudge that last for years. To curse at the steering wheel because someones grandma isnt in a big hurry.
Im still guilty of this, but Im going to work at it, instead of not putting any effort into avoiding these situations. It will take time and prayers, but one day I will face God and I want to have been the best person I could have been when this happens.
Im not preaching to anyone, but simply stating that it has helped me before and maybe it could help other people.
Matt and I married under this tree.
Im going to enjoy a glass of wine now instead of the whole bottle and plan our November trip to Cancun (possible.)
Love,
Gayle
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