Many years ago, when I was a very young lady of 21 years, I heard the story of Jesus in a way that I had never heard it before.  I read the book of John in the Holy Bible and believing that Jesus died for my sins, I began my journey.  Since then, my husband and I have attended over fifteen different churches.  Although the pastors were different, God’s Word remained the same.  One of the truths that I came to believe and rely on is the fact that I have been washed by Jesus’s blood; my sins are no longer remembered by God, and Jesus has written my name in the Lamb’s Book of Life.  Jesus’s blood flowed red, and my garment of praise is a white robe.  There is more to this story, a story that continues daily.  Every day that I get up, I must remind myself that I have been made new.  The old life is gone; the sins are gone; the feelings of inadequacy and self-hatred are gone.  In their place is a love that only God can give, a love that makes me acceptable in the sight of the King of Glory.  That daily reminder is why I can face each new day with a new determination to serve the King who set me free.  You have to serve someone.  Why not serve God who can forgive your sins, wash you clean and make you a new person from the inside out?  He is worthy!

A note to my loyal readers:  This will be my last post for about a week as I will be spending some quality time with my beloved grandchidren and daughter and son-in law.  God is good!  Remember that and I hope to see you visiting my page again when I return.  Blessings and prayers for peace and love and joy.