When I Say, "I Am A Christian"When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God 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 pray for strength to carry on
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught
When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it
When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name
When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge
I have no authority--I only know I'm loved
Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer
This is a poem my friend
Emma posted. I think it really explains my feelings and what I hope people can see about me. But I have had my faith thrown at me recently. Life has been a little (LOT) rough lately. You might have noticed a lack of posting. I feel drained and devoid of energy often.
I have started a new job that has me pretty well exhausted by the end of the day. It is great to be a more active patient care giver, but I feel
SLOW! I know I just need to get settled into the different assignment. I know I will get things figured out. It is just going to take time. But I can be a little type A. This is one of the areas affected by the "retentive" tendencies.
A few people in my life have thrown curve balls at me too. I know a few strikes were call, but I hope not to go down swinging. I want to think of myself as a "grown up", but I don't know sometimes. It is so hard not to take the bait that is thrown at you. My temper can get the best of me, and *POOF* bad situation gets worse. If I could fast forward through this part, I
so would.
My girls are the highlight. Allison is just the best. She has gotten better about controlling her tantrums. She likes to help, but sometimes a little too much. She LOVES Emily. So much, I think she might break her sometimes. But the good news: Emily is a tough little turkey. ;) Miss Em is not going to crawl, she would rather roll. She can sit up. Roll over and over and over and over. She LOVES to chew on anything she can. She also gets visibly excited when she sees me and Allison and Bandit. Yes Bandit has a new supporter in his campaign to be human. Emily loves Bandit's tail. He doesn't realize how close to getting his tail chomped on he has come....
I hope everyone is having a great week. Good luck with the crazy weather. It has been spring to winter to spring to winter here. I just wish it would pick one and stick with it. But really I don't have the brain cells to worry about it.
much love,
Natalie