now faith revisited…

I began this blog 10-years ago with a simple post entitled now faith, I invite you to read the full text below…

From 24 March 2007

There is something wonderful to be said about serving a God that breathes new life into me. A God, who speaks to me daily, and sharing the journey of the experience with others. I have recently had to opportunity to realized just how blessed I am. I have a group of strong Christian friends, girlfriends, sister-friends, mommy-friends and so many more in my corner to pray for and with me. Available to pray at all times even the inconvenient times (late at night, middle of the workday).

I read the Bible often, lately I have been drawn to The Message paraphrase, and I begin this blog with a passage of scripture that sums up its (the blog’s) very existence:

Hebrews 11:1-2 The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd.

Today 25 March 2017

I still stand in awe of God, my faith in Him truly makes life worth living…

annesley writers: daughter of El Elyon

{The full post can be found at Annesley Writers Forum}

One of my earliest childhood memories–if not the earliest–is of being held at gunpoint at the age of four or five. That incident taught me that I couldn’t necessarily depend on my family of origin to keep me safe. Adam and I are in our sixth year of marriage, and he has never met my father, the person who was responsible. And as Father’s Day approaches, I am void of emotion. I cannot remember the last time I thought of the day as more than a rote exercise of non-existent affection.

I did not grow up with the kind of dad with whom you made good memories. My family did not have annual vacations or quirky traditions. For all of my formative years into my young adult years my dad was not dependable and for the most part never around.  Having worked for a nationally recognized greeting card merchandiser for a few years, I am keenly aware that there are no greeting cards for this type of truth. I know I am not alone. Each year, I conversed with customers desiring a greeting card that was pleasant yet spoke to their familial reality. Like those customers, with age I became less inclined to spend money on a card or gift for someone that perpetuated a myth while not dealing with my personal truth…

Continue at Annesley Writers Forum…