…but according to his (God’s) mercy he saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit (from Titus 3:5)
I used to be a conservative Christian certain of so many things. I knew without a doubt what it meant to love and obey God. More recently, I am a humbled Christian, still conservative, but very aware I don’t know everything — that God’s thoughts and ways are higher than mine. My faith is bigger now and I am secure enough in it to embrace inclusion. Thanks to my own regeneration in Christ I am free to love and accept people of all faiths, races, philosophies, and sexual orientations. More than once I’ve been reborn. I’m continually being renewed. And for that I thank God.
I long to love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength and to love others as myself. According to Jesus these are the two greatest commands. When I get those right all the other commandments take care of themselves.
My husband and I have lived for the past 40 years in an old farmhouse set on our 180 acre plot of land outside a small rural town not too far from Erie, Pennsylvania. In the early years we tried our hand at gardening, raising cows, chickens, rabbits, turkeys. Once we boarded 2 horses, and four goats, and one very unattractive sheep. Although we read the book Living on a Few Acres, we weren’t particularly good at homesteading.
By and by we settled on raising Christmas trees as a hobby. Working in the tree fields offered our teenage boys opportunity to earn some spending money (a few years back). Of course they hated it and threatened to slash and burn the trees upon our demise. Fortunately we outlived our boys’ impetuous teen years. The Christmas trees thrive, and a couple of our sons actually enjoy returning to the farm in the summer to help shear and shape up the trees. Tom and I love it when they are able to come in December to pick out a Christmas tree for their own homes.
All of this is what makes me who I am. It’s part of my story along with: starting a Christian school when the boys were youngsters, working and volunteering in our church, homeschooling for a season, selling Christmas trees, and endlessly renovating our old house. Like you, I’ve been born and then re-born in many ways. Renewed, refreshed, regenerated. And that’s the essence of my blog. I write about my family, my faith, my home and my friends, all that surrounds me and things dear to my heart. I write so I won’t overlook or take for granted the joys of life. I write to sort out the difficult and painful parts of life. I write so I won’t forget.
I hope you’ll join me on this journey.