My whole house shakes as my son plays handball against an outside wall. The dog runs around like crazy while the four year old taunts him with the shrill sounds of a toy harmonica. Pizza dough sits risen, ready for me to start making pizza's for our Friday night dinner. I fend off sleep over requests from my son Michael, who is always up for inviting 3 or 4 friends over to stay up all night. The 14 year old is attempting to catch the Borgias in his Assassins Creed game. The neighbor boys bellow over the back wall for the boys to come out and play. Believe it or not, despite all of the activity, it is actually kind of peaceful around here this evening. Everyone is home. Everyone seems content. All is good. So I'll get I'll get up, pour myself a glass of wine, and make a few pizza's. Have a nice weekend everyone!
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...
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