I was asked recently about the scriptures I post... It was mentioned that perhaps I wasn't actually living what I was posting. I bit my tongue. The suggestion was made that I was posting them only for me, as though they didn't apply to someone else. I said nothing.
...the greatest thing about my dad was his love for Jesus Christ and the gospel he lived from day to day. He was the same man at church as he was sitting at home on the back porch playing his banjo and harmonica." My dad has been gone for seven years, but he is my inspiration today, he is the reason I have hope. I saw Jesus modeled in my dad.
I don't take my faith lightly. It plays a part in all that I do, every decision that I make. It affects how I treat others and how I respond to what life throws my way. It doesn't make life necessarily easy. It's not a crutch. In fact sometimes it makes deciding what to do downright frustrating, but in spite of that, I know He loves me and He is there to catch me when I fall.
Welcome to the North Pole.
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