As soon as I opened the door, I could see that something about him was different.
With a big smile, he grabbed me, gave me a hug and a kiss, and announced,
“I had a great week-end! But we can talk about that later. Tell me how your
And so it began. My husband had found Jesus on a retreat week-end, while I was somewhat lagging behind spiritually. That night of his return, he suggested enthusiastically,
“Let’s pray together. Let’s ask God to forgive us of the sins we’ve committed today.”
Was I ever offended by the suggestion that I had sinned that day!
“Huh! What are you talking about? I haven’t sinned today!”
“Of course you have. We both have. We sin everyday.”
I became very defensive. Why should I ask the Lord for forgiveness? I hadn’t murdered anyone. I hadn’t robbed a bank or committed adultery. For what did I need to feel sorry?
Within a few short months, I too, dedicated my life to Jesus Christ.
That was ten years ago. I have been walking with Jesus for a decade. Before I knew my Savior, I thought I was a good person who didn’t need to confess anything because I had never done anything that needed forgiving. Since I have met the Lord, I know better.
I am a sinner. I sin everyday. I have thoughts that are less than godly. I think things like, ‘How could she cheat on him? I just wanna strangle her!’ I pray that in my anger (which I believe is justifiable anger), I will not sin. I ask the Lord to help me pray for people even when I don’t want to do so. I would much rather strangle her than pray for
her, but I can’t. What would Jesus do? He would probably pray something like, “Father, forgive her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.” If Jesus can pray like that, I should try to do it, too.
I yell at my children. I don’t hit them, but I yell at them. I lose my patience. This is especially true after nine o’clock at night, when they should be in bed, but they are not.
Patience is a Fruit of the Spirit. If I have the Holy Spirit in me, why am I still losing my patience?
It is a long walk, the Christian Life. At times I am so full of the joy of the Lord I can’t help but cry. And sing. At times I am so full of pain, I can’t help but cry. I cry out to Him. Then He reminds me that I am suffering with him, and, for that reason, I must also sing.
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