Dear Friends and Readers, today's post is going to be personal and serious. For some time now, I've been pondering the serious and secret thoughts in the inner me. It took a while but I've decided I would like to share these thoughts with you.
I'm going to turn seventy this year. I remember when I thought seventy was beyond ancient. I thought forty was old. Then I turned forty; fifty; sixty. And now seventy looms before me. Where did time go and why so fast? My body surely feels the aging but my mind doesn't exactly. Do you know what I mean? It's as if we age outwardly but the inside just holds.
With the aging of my body, I'm finding it difficult to perform certain things that once were taken for granted. Example: my hands are arthritic and they hurt when I use them to do anything. For that reason, I'm thinking it's time to give up most of my hobbies like quilting, embroidering, and possibly crocheting and knitting, if I don't find a pain medication to give me the relief I need. I've had a consultation with a rheumatologist and had X-rays. The arthritis is permanent and not going away. He's going to give me trials of meds to see if I get the pain relief. Even handwriting is painful.
I have stacks of fabric that will be unused and I'd like to liquidate it along with some other supplies that I doubt that I will have use for in the future. I don't like selling on eBay so I'm going to attempt to sell on my Facebook page probably. Whatever. It's not as much about the money as just moving it on to someone else who would like to own it.
This next part of my post is the more personal part. I wish to write a short testimony of my faith.
I was raised in a family that attended church so I heard about God and Jesus from a very young age. Over the years I've attended various churches, hearing similar and/or different points of view of Catholic and Protestant doctrines.
For many years I considered myself a Christian and would have answered yes to anyone who had asked me if I was one. But, I was deceived. Four years ago circumstances in my life gave me time and reasons to ponder my faith, my so-called Christianity. And, for the first time in my life, I saw my sin, and my lost condition, and for the first time in my life I repented. I was truly saved on a day in March of 2013. I looked at my past, my sins, and admitted what a selfish, wretched, vile sinner I had been all my life. I asked for forgiveness and I became a new creation by the grace of God through Jesus Christ's life, death, and resurrection. His sacrifice paid my sin debt that I could ever pay, or earn, or deserve. I was redeemed.
From that day forward, my life has never been the same. I was given a regenerated heart and I am a changed person. No old me anymore -- I'm a new me. On the outside there was no change. I still look the same as I did. The change is internal, in my soul. I would never ever return to the old me. Now, don't think I'm implying that I'm now sinless or perfect or anything like that, for that's impossible. But I do know the Savior and have been forgiven and I can find truth in the word of God, the Bible.
I'm sharing this to also explain that my heart is not in blogging or in quilting or any other thing. My posts up to now have been mostly lame, uninteresting little tidbits. I'm unsure if I will continue my attempts at blogging as I really don't have much to share. I'll give it some time to see if I will hang around or just leave quietly.
Thank you for being a reader and a blog-friend. I appreciate the comments and visits you've made in the past. I wish you a blessed day!