"This I know..."

Do you remember being a child in Bible School, singing, "Jesus loves me, this I know..."?

I do.

It is only now at 30, that I am coming to a greater understanding of my purpose in His world.

I believe I am here to contribute to a community of believers and to be...Busy.

That sounds simple enough. Silly, even. Yet I've lived my life the opposite way with little satisfaction. I have lived selfishly and secretly. In today's world, they overuse the terms "being a recluse" or "private person" to explain this phenomenon.

And what have I contributed to any community, let alone a Christian one? While in Toronto, for a time, I gave a bit of my time...I formed friendships with other Christians. Yet here at home? Nothing.

With God's help, that will change soon.

He is opening my eyes. For years I have been SO sure that I could not be happy unless I moved away. But bit by bit, I am learning that that is not necessarily the case.

I never thought I'd say this. But today I was at a point where I failed to see the point in forging ahead with my agenda. I actually said, "I don't think I want to leave". And who knows? Perhaps here in my small town...Maybe this is exactly where God wants me to be.

Tonight...

Was ladies' craft night at my local church. Even though I've been procrastinating re some knitting of mine, I didn't go.

I sit here sniffling. I've been blowing my nose every minute or so. I blame my absence it on my health. Yet a greater issue is called to mind.

In church...In fellowship with other Christians...I have an opportunity to embrace the fullness that the Lord wants me to claim.

I feel as though He is breaking me down, piece by piece. For, I have avoided devoting myself to a place of worship since I cam back home last year.

Who knows what Jesus has in store for me...

Food for Thought

on the recent controversy regarding Islam and the Pope. From Challies Dot Com:

"if you want to undo stereotypes the best way of doing so is not to blame a person who supposedly reinforces a negative stereotype, but in reacting in a way that different than the stereotype."

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I want to continue feeling good about Muslims. I know better than to believe that they are altogether horrible. Yet stories such as these don't do anything to help their cause...

Begin Again.

Yesterday I went to church. It was my second consecutive Sunday in a row.

God is shaping me. Opening me up, preparing me for something.

I'm becoming His more and more each day.

Dear Jesus

It would be the sweetest dream come true
If I could use my words for You...

I would love to focus and find a way to use my abilities as a writer for the glory of God. But I have the attention span of a two-year-old.

Praying for wisdom on this...I actually started a novel years ago.