grace obsessed

Jesus saved my life when I was just a little girl. I distinctly remember sitting around the kitchen counter with my folks, telling them I wanted Jesus to live in my heart. And that’s exactly how I pictured it at five years old. Jesus taking up residency there and knocking all the time to get my attention. With only a few days left of 42, I thank God he keeps knocking. I never stop messing up, and He never stops knocking. And He has saved me again and again. Thank you, Jesus.

I love to write. I am so passionate about using the voice God gave me, whether it comes out in song or in speech or in words on a page. Even this electronic page. I believe I should be writing about Jesus’ awesome love, sharing my struggles, and dedicating myself to making sure I do my part so that the whole world (or maybe the kind people who read my blog and the people they tell) knows Jesus is FOR THEM. Writing about Jesus, examining myself and all of my frailties, considering how He loves me (and you!) just the same, and touching upon the thing that tries its darndest (Is darndest a word? Let’s go with it.) to inhibit my access to true freedom in Christ, my OCD… Well, I want to do that.

For months I feel like Jesus has been saying, go for it. (I’d love to tell you more about that soon.) I feel like He has put this on my heart, and I am not in a position to back out. I love Jesus. And if I spend my life waiting to feel worthy, friends, worthy of sharing a single thought with you, I’d never say a word. It’s not about anything I could ever do or earn anyway. I am an imperfect human who needs Jesus. Still.

Pastor Chris said today that “Found people aren’t silent.” This is me. Not being silent. I hope you’ll come along. Please come along…

April