The Bible says you will know a tree by it’s fruit. My fruit has come into question again. How can I, a professed woman of God, write about things that are not pure or lovely or holy? And if to do so, might not my salvation be in question? Why is that? Does the fact that I write about bodily functions or less than perfect body parts negate the love of Christ I show to real people, living real lives. Lives that aren’t necessarily holy or pure or lovely?
I came to the knowledge of Christ and his love and sacrifice as an unwed mother. Certainly not pure, not holy. I was a wretch, living a life of unGodliness. Someone who I worked with had the love of Christ in them and I saw that love when I was at my lowest point and they accepted me, just as I was. I want to be that person to others. I want to be so real, so honest, so accepting that they will see the face of Christ IN me. I want to let them see that you don’t have to be perfect to be loved by Him and to be used by Him. My heart’s desire is to be His hands and His heart. I want to hold the broken, the forgotten, the unlovely, and love them up with His love. I want to serve the ungrateful and the crabby and the difficult with nothing but His patience and His kindness so they may feel love maybe for the first time in their miserable lives. I was broken and healed and I want to help others to be healed like I was. And sometimes it takes a fork in the path to find those people. I believe that there may be people who will read my blog and enjoy my less than pure and holy humor and odd ball posts. And they will stay and read more posts and the Holy Spirit will touch them and they will want to know more about this Christ that I speak about because they can relate whereas if I was just writing pure and holy posts, they would never be interested. Each person comes to the knowledge of Christ in a different manner and I want to be that “different” path that leads them to Him.
So my dearest friends who love me and worry about where I am headed spiritually, have I enlightened you at all. Do you see that I feel called to a different way to the same end? God alone knows the fruit that my tree bears. If I am wrong, I will be accountable to Him but it will be with a pure heart and a holy purpose that I will give testimony of. Can you not bless me in my endeavors as I bless you in yours?