What I believe
I believe in Jesus. I believe that He died on the cross for me and loves me so so much more than I deserve.
He died knowing every sin I would ever sin and still chose to.
A lot of people ask what I believe or what my religion is - It's Jesus. That's all.
I am a follower of Christ and will be till I die and meet Him (oh how sweet will that day be?!) so that makes me a Christian by definition.
I don't claim a denomination and I don't have a certain set of rules I believe I have to follow, other than the Bible. His word is all I need.
I know that He loves me just as I am, and that is probably the best feeling in the entire world. Can't be topped. He accepts my colorful skin, my piercings, every bit of me. Those things don't define me anyway. I suppose some Christians have given a bad example of what it looks like to follow Christ, but the Jesus I follow - He is so very rad.
He doesn't except you to come to Him a certain way, He wants you just as you are. He loves you where you're at now. He desires you. Oh, goodness. He longs for you!
He is the best.
I've never come before Him, and felt that I needed to leave and come back when I was having a better day or a better month or year, or thought when I obey his commandments better, then I'll come back and talk to the man upstairs.
Nah. He wants to hold us on our bad days, give us rest. He's not just upstairs either, He is everywhere. I feel him in the warm sunlight, the cold breeze, the stillness of the afternoon. I see Him in sunsets and sunrises, in the leaves on all the trees dancing together, the little birds that fill the air, the stars that hang so perfectly in the night sky, the crackling of a campfire, the peaks of mountains, blankets of snow. He is so beautiful.
He died knowing every sin I would ever sin and still chose to.
A lot of people ask what I believe or what my religion is - It's Jesus. That's all.
I am a follower of Christ and will be till I die and meet Him (oh how sweet will that day be?!) so that makes me a Christian by definition.
I don't claim a denomination and I don't have a certain set of rules I believe I have to follow, other than the Bible. His word is all I need.
I know that He loves me just as I am, and that is probably the best feeling in the entire world. Can't be topped. He accepts my colorful skin, my piercings, every bit of me. Those things don't define me anyway. I suppose some Christians have given a bad example of what it looks like to follow Christ, but the Jesus I follow - He is so very rad.
He doesn't except you to come to Him a certain way, He wants you just as you are. He loves you where you're at now. He desires you. Oh, goodness. He longs for you!
He is the best.
I've never come before Him, and felt that I needed to leave and come back when I was having a better day or a better month or year, or thought when I obey his commandments better, then I'll come back and talk to the man upstairs.
Nah. He wants to hold us on our bad days, give us rest. He's not just upstairs either, He is everywhere. I feel him in the warm sunlight, the cold breeze, the stillness of the afternoon. I see Him in sunsets and sunrises, in the leaves on all the trees dancing together, the little birds that fill the air, the stars that hang so perfectly in the night sky, the crackling of a campfire, the peaks of mountains, blankets of snow. He is so beautiful.
Isn't that awesome? It's perfect.
I hope you all are having a great week! I'm gonna go eat some gumbo now :-]
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