The truth is unchanging
Real love endures
God’s love transforms
Karma ain’t real
I call myself/my self Young Grandma now and spent hours on the phone with God these days.
Having learned the hard way that chatting it up with humans that don’t grow you or don’t even really know you is just an epic waste of time.
But many of us have had to learn this lesson.
It annoys me that people try to figure each other out via the interwebs- Peering into screens as opposed to peering into the souls of our peers, colleagues, and loved ones in real life.
I don’t freely or intimately speak with many anymore but I listen freely, offering advice only when I am asked or when I can bill one for it.
It is what it is- tired of being kind then called fake – or being stern/honest then called aggressive by people who don’t know me or themselves for that matter.
I have always appreciated quality over quantity and am absolutely blown away and grateful for the genuine God filled people that share their truths with me and allow me to share mine.
I am very much an imperfect sinner. I smiled as I wrote that.
But my brother Jesus gave me his g-pass so I’m saved. There is no sibling this loving, merciful, and forgiving.
Get to know Him.
By g-pass I mean gospel pass.
Laughs – only one I will ever need.
What is the gospel? – I was asked this question every Friday for four weeks and though I can answer the question I am not yet ready to write a succinct answer.
So I have included a link to a book that can answer that question at the end of this post.
I think of myself as a warrior – it’s more empowering then being a victim more sane then being Catwoman.
I mean I was raised by literal warriors – military soliders.
a man and a woman – a husband and a wife – a mother and a father
It is safe to say that I have a good deal of fight in me.
God is teaching me to fight the right fights though- to come to Him first and quite often I leave the battles at His feet & He does the rest… then I can rest.
True peace that only God can give.
My older lady best friend and my mom (former soldier) often remind me to put on the armor of God.
This I do daily.
Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. Ephesians 6:11
I do be. Laughs
If you can’t handle my grammar or punctuation please (kindly) get off my site.
Remember this is my sliver of the interwebs.
Transformation is the quest for this caterpillar in Christ… accepting the way God made me, repenting daily, rejecting the way the world attempts to play me – thanking the people that pay me.
*looks around blog
I’m not sure what this blog is but it’s fun to write without dead lines.
I appreciate you dear readers from around the world- I see you.
I will leave you with one last scripture and links to things I dig on the inter-webs.
Peace – until next time dear reader – you are loved.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life. Psalms 143:8
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