When I wrote last Friday's faith walk post I didn't expect to have so much to say on the subject. After a few sentences I knew this was something that was going to take some time to develop and from the comments I received, you agree. So welcome back for faith walk friday #2.
I think I'll just break it down to a bullet or two at time..
on being fifty - I realized after last weeks comments that chronological age has very little to do with our faith walk. The circumstances of our life may be seasonal but our dependency, (or lack there of) on God alone, cannot be measured by the number of years we walk on this earth. We can choose to live out each day acknowledging God's goodness, presence and desire to lead us or we can choose to go it alone.
Looking back over the last few decades, I can tell by my choices and the resulting consequences, when I let God lead and when I thought I could handle it,
in my way,
on my terms,
in my own time.
Thankfully, God was there every time I crashed and burned, to pick up the pieces and set me on the right path.
I know women who can honestly say that they wouldn't change anything about the past because it has made them into the woman of god that they've become and to a certain extent, I agree. I know I am more forgiving and compassionate and far less judgemental because of my life experiences and I suppose that makes me more real and approachable but I can't say that I wouldn't love the opportunity to make different choices, to not have done so many things the hard way. To desire to please God first and not be willing to sacrifice my relationship with Him to please man, would certainly be my hearts desire.
While I can't go back, I do have a God who loves me because it is who he is, just as you physically are a woman by your very nature, God is love by His and he promises to remember my sins no more, to blot them out and make me white as snow.
He is the same yesterday, today and forever more. Why wouldn't my desire be to please Him at any age?
I'd love to hear your thoughts...
Faithfully His, Patty