I thought of the phrase, wearing your heart on your sleeve, the other day and it made me think of being a Christian. I know, that is a strange way of thinking, but then again, my mind doesn’t seem to work much like other people’s.
Wearing your heart on your sleeve means to me that you are apt to show your emotions too freely. So I wondered, how many Christians wear their Christianity on their sleeves.
As Christians we are all supposed to not only show our Christianity but also to tell others about it. Spread the word. Live the life we have chosen through Christ. A Godly life. So how do we do that and where do we draw the line? Or is there a line to draw?
I remember when I was not a Christian and if there was a group of people, Jehovah Witness’s or Latter Day Saints that came to my door to spread the word, I didn’t want to talk to them. But usually they would not leave and sometimes they were not only persistent but downright rude. It really left a bitter taste in my mouth.
So I wonder, where is the line? Or is there no line at all?
There are days maybe even weeks go by when I don’t read my devotions. I either don’t have the time or just forget. But eventually I remember and read days worth of devotions at one time. As I did this morning, I felt this calm come over me that I hadn’t felt in a while. Of course that sent me to wondering again.
How much do people need to read the bible or some kind of devotion every day? I am finding that to achieve the emotions I need to go through a day without much worry and stress, my day must include the good news of faith. I need to remember that God is taking care of me. That Jesus died for my sins, but I must ask for forgiveness and acceptance as well.
It seems like a long long time since I have posted, and I guess for the most part it has. But my life has been flying by faster than I can keep up. I imagine many are living the same, but oh how I have always admired those that can keep up.
We had a cancer scare a few months ago. My husband finally went to a specialist who cut a quarter sized spot off of his scalp. Yes, it was cancer. Thankfully the doctor feels he got it all, although there will be visits to the doctor every so often, but it’s a small price to pay for living life.
Then last week we were blessed with another family member. I have a new granddaughter. She is cute and wonderful. What’s a grandmother suppose to say?
Another reason I have been so tardy is that I have been writing a short series about molestation, for my other blog. I had made peace and reconciled most of the emotions surrounding the molestations, or at least I thought I had. Feelings which had remained dormant have a tendency to pop out when you least expect them. But I felt I needed to write about molestation after I had studied and read the statistics. If I could help even one person, it was a good thing.
So those are my excuses. But then again, I always have excuses.
