I've never actually done this here, but I wanted to publicly thank the Lord for what he's brought me though over the last 2½ years.
My testimony is quite drab, but I do want to put it down for the record. I was saved at the age of 5, in our trailer in Dundee, New York. After coming home from church one Sunday evening 1976, I asked my father about the meaning behind the message we had heard earlier about Hell, and sin. He opened his bible to Romans and walked me though the roman's road. We knelt down beside the burlap-like covered armchair in our living room, and I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
I never really cultivated my relationship with The Lord, and found myself running as far away from God as a good Christian can go (or at least that's where I wanted to go.)
August 18th, 2006 was my last day running from God. I sat in a revival with Joe Arthur at Faith Baptist Church, listening to the invitation, when as if Jesus himself was standing in the isle beside me saying that if I would only take the first step, every one after that would be on His shoulders.
I can honestly tell you that once I took that first step, my life has never been the same. Most people would call this the point of Salvation, yet I remember the day I was saved. I believe this is God's way of solidifying in my heart that we will never be apart again.
God said that he will never leave us nor forsake us, and I rely on that promise many time a day. I know when I have sin keeping me from fellowship with Him, and if I'm not quick to confess it, I find my day only gets longer and tougher. But when I seek his face, and struggle to do His will for my life each day, there is a peace that comes from knowing that after we have done all that we can do, God will do the rest. I rest on His promises, that He will carry me though each trial. He never said my road would always be easy, but I know that with Him by my side, I don't have anything to be afraid of.
God has blessed me and my family far beyond what I deserve. And while I don't have much in the eyes of the world, I'm an heir to the throne by my Father's side. And I just want to Thank Him for it.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I thought it appropriate to put my 2cents into a debate on the upcoming right to an election debacle which will most certainly change the face of our country; either in glorious triumph or darkest feudalism. And as I was meandering over my past perfectionism of verbage and grammar, I realized that I had been monologuing, but when one does this in a blog forum...
My word for the day is: Monoblogging
mon·o·blogue also mon·o·blog
v. mon·o·blogued also mon·o·blogged, mon·o·blogu·ing also mon·o·blog·ging, mon·o·blogues also mon·o·blogs
|1.||a form of dramatic online entertainment, comically typed solo, or the like by a single blogger: a comedian's monoblogue.|
|2.||a prolonged post or discourse by a single blogger, esp. one dominating or monopolizing an online conversation.|