Gossip, Gospel style

It is such a beautiful day and I'm accomplishing nothing on the "To Do" list as of lunch time.

I recently read a blogpost from a dear precious lady that I love and admire and respect so much. When she invited her readers to share when the direction of our life changed, I could not resist the opportunity. I love to tell the story of my life because it's better than any fairy tale and it's the juiciest story I know. No soap opera nor any Disney story thrills me more than telling others about my life. Does this make me vain? Well, you'll have to decide that for yourself.

Here's the extremely short version of when the direction of my life changed that I posted on my friends blog this morning:


I love reading your posts so much and I don’t post much, but anytime I can an opportunity to ‘tell’ this, I must

August 1992, living where I shouldn’t have been, but having heard the TRUTH, I remember looking at my boyfriend at that time and saying, “Well, I always THOUGHT I was saved, but I don’t REALLY remember getting saved, so I’m not sure.” and he said, ‘We need to make sure RIGHT NOW then.”

I remember waking up the next morning to a whole new world. There was NOW hope, love, forgiveness, beauty ALL around me…I could not drive through those North Georgia mountains without literally screaming out the window at the top of my lungs, even to the other drivers, “Look at all of this, it’s beautifull. How can you be driving by it and not busting at all this…” It still today amazes me how much beauty and how much GOD is all around us but we have no idea. I was blind and then I saw…of course when I was ‘blind’ I NEVER knew all I was missing. It was not until I got saved, was truly born again, that I began to notice what all was missing from my life and what I was missing.

I grew up with one of those ‘story/book’ lives…NOT a ‘storybook’ life though. From birth my life on the negative side was characterized by alcoholics, drug addicts, neglect, abuse, molestation, abuse, and more dysfunctional people and situations than I can even remember without being overwhelmed. Now both of my children have NO concept of that type of life…they don’t know what it’s like for others. That is ONLY by the grace of GOD to bless my life and to ‘parent’ my children (HIS children) where I never learned how nor could I….

Well, there’s too much more to tell but I’m praising GOD for loving me so much, even to be there, in the middle of that ungodly life I was living, waiting for me to realize my need and turn to HIM for the answer.

Thanks for letting me “Gossip about the Gospel”