I'm just a mom, standing in front of a boy...and a girl...and asking them to love me.
No, scratch that, asking them to please pick up their rooms the first time I ask and, honestly, would it kill them to turn their bedroom lights off when they leave?
Why are there Legos everywhere?! Oh, nevermind.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin". I'm whispering "I was lost," Now I'm found and forgiven. When I say..."I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need CHRIST to be my guide. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and need HIS strength to carry on. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it. When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain, I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou, I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow.
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Whoa! You've been a blogging fool! How did I get so far behind? Okay, here are my comments for the last 3 posts:
1) The baby picture is truly frightening. Please tell me that is computer enhanced.
2) There is no way you are turning 39! I thought for sure you were younger than me. I'm turning 38. Are we old or what?
3) Love the book! And hallelujah someone wrote it!
4) London is right: No lady shows her panties, or lack thereof. Somebody needs to teach that to a few starlets I know.
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