Mary
She shared with me about her experience in the store. We were saying the
right things but we weren't communicating. She said I've bought alot to
the table I'm on new medication and I just found out that my mom in law
is on her death bed and she started to cry. The conversation had now
shifted from bras to life. I hugged her while she wept in front of my
store and share with her that even though all of that stuff is terrible
that there is hope. Asked her if she as support and she nodded. If you
ever need anything please call me at the store. I hugged her again and
she thanked me and left the store pink bag, swollen eyes, and a little
less of a heavy heart.
There are so many people like Mary.
About Me
- Nette
- I'm married, Im a manager at Victoria's Secert, love my dogs, and I graduated from ABC to be a Biblical counselor
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
New Life
Novitas
Growing up in a Christian home I would say can be a blessing and a curse. I was always taught that God loved me and came to rescue world from his own wrath and destruction. I was under the impression that it was my job to mark another tally off that represented the souls that would now be in heaven because of my evangelism skills. From church 4 days a week to Christian school to preachers kid it was pretty hard to escape the gospel. But something didn't seem right. The highs from church camp, the Sunday school lessons it didn't match up.
The time I was sitting in youth group and ppl were being called into ministry. 100s of people every week receiving the envious calling.Was there something wrong with me? Why wasn't I being called to be in the coveted ministry? had god forgotten about me or was I not worthy?
Or the time I was in a new testament class and was told I was defying gods will because I didn't have long enough hair and I should know my place. So what was my place ,where was my voice besides a pastors wife, school teacher or housewife?
Or the time I was in college taking a spiritual inventory and my results came back and my professor was extremely irritated because it said I would best fit the role of a pastor and suggest that I take it again. What if I took it again and I got the same results? Was my holy spirit meter off? I did take it again and got the same result and was told I'd be a great support to my husband in ministry someday.
As I journeyed toward wanting to know the truth, I started to ask questions. I began to learn that gospel that had been taught to me and that I had been sharing was simply fire insurance. It was to shock and to save. As I began to discover pockets of truth through professors, mission trips, and some people who thought differently aka those hippee Christians it started to come together. It most made since when I read
Rom 12:9-21
It wasn't about the tally marks, the rules, the calling or the spiritual inventories. It was about people. It was about love. It was about being Christ to those around in me no matter where I was or where I work. So as the story goes on I am encouraged to live love. Do good and never give up.
Growing up in a Christian home I would say can be a blessing and a curse. I was always taught that God loved me and came to rescue world from his own wrath and destruction. I was under the impression that it was my job to mark another tally off that represented the souls that would now be in heaven because of my evangelism skills. From church 4 days a week to Christian school to preachers kid it was pretty hard to escape the gospel. But something didn't seem right. The highs from church camp, the Sunday school lessons it didn't match up.
The time I was sitting in youth group and ppl were being called into ministry. 100s of people every week receiving the envious calling.Was there something wrong with me? Why wasn't I being called to be in the coveted ministry? had god forgotten about me or was I not worthy?
Or the time I was in a new testament class and was told I was defying gods will because I didn't have long enough hair and I should know my place. So what was my place ,where was my voice besides a pastors wife, school teacher or housewife?
Or the time I was in college taking a spiritual inventory and my results came back and my professor was extremely irritated because it said I would best fit the role of a pastor and suggest that I take it again. What if I took it again and I got the same results? Was my holy spirit meter off? I did take it again and got the same result and was told I'd be a great support to my husband in ministry someday.
As I journeyed toward wanting to know the truth, I started to ask questions. I began to learn that gospel that had been taught to me and that I had been sharing was simply fire insurance. It was to shock and to save. As I began to discover pockets of truth through professors, mission trips, and some people who thought differently aka those hippee Christians it started to come together. It most made since when I read
Rom 12:9-21
It wasn't about the tally marks, the rules, the calling or the spiritual inventories. It was about people. It was about love. It was about being Christ to those around in me no matter where I was or where I work. So as the story goes on I am encouraged to live love. Do good and never give up.
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