So, you’ve stumbled across this blog and you might be wondering what these fragments of thought are all about. What can a farm girl from southwestern Ontario have to say?
Well, when I was about seven years old, I figured out my purpose in life. Not to sound proud. I don’t have it all together.
In fact, realizing that I don’t have it altogether is what gave me the epiphany of my life’s purpose.
My seven year old brain figured these things out:
1. God is perfect and can only let perfect people into heaven.
2. I am not perfect and neither is any other human.
3. I deserve to pay for all of my sins (crimes) against God in hell forever.
4. Jesus, God’s son, came to earth and accepted the punishment for my crimes when He died on the cross.
5. My sins have been paid for by Jesus and all I have to do is accept the gift of eternal life in heaven.
Five simple steps, right?
Then I tried living the Christian life and realized I was just as much of a sinner when I was eight than when I was seven.
So, this blog is my journal. A place where I peel back the layers of my heart and let you see me for who I am: a dirty rotten little sinner in desperate need of God’s grace.
I hope that somehow, in my brokenness and in my joy, your heart will be sparked by the same Fire that is refining me. That you, too, would join me on the narrow way.
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