The Point

Maybe this won't mean a thing to anyone else, and maybe it will. I am not a pastor, a youth leader, or anyone special. I am a wife, a mom, a best friend, a sister, and a daughter. I am overly demanding of myself, and maybe a little too lackadaisical. However, it comes down to one thing, and one thing only.

I love Christ.

I screw up all the time. I make mistakes, I think horrible things about people, I have a bad attitude. Sometimes I curse. I can be short tempered and demanding. The list of my flaws is a mile long, and if you gave it a thought, maybe yours is too. Not that it is ok, but being able to admit that I screw up is terribly freeing. It means that I can turn around and try to do better next time. It means sometimes that I have to be humble (ouch) and ask for someones' forgiveness. Basically, I am not perfect and will never profess to be, and while I do on occasion say that I am, it's a lie and only used for my selfish comfort.

I have learned loads in my short-ish lifetime, a whopping 26 years. I have struggled through secondary infertility, mild depression, self esteem issues, PCOS, marriage, and child rearing. Mostly though, all of the struggles have pulled me back to faith. Not just in a supreme being that exists somewhere out there, but a very personal, real, and caring God. The God told all about in the Bible.

I am not your judge. Condemnation isn't my job.

Loving and encouraging is.

I am not a fan of the "toleration" movement.

I would prefer to not just be "tolerated" myself. Love me or hate me. Jesus wasn't a fan of toleration either... just sayin'.

So, if you are here to read, welcome. Leave me a comment if you're in the mood. Basically, leave encouraged.