Hello! Welcome to my blog. I have wanted to start a blog for such a long time but always came up with many excuses not to, some being – not enough time, nothing interesting to write about, rusty grammar skills, I prefer reading other people's blogs, everyone's doing it and most of all because I am probably one of the most guarded and private people that ever existed, sharing so much about myself absolutely terrifies me. But I'm 34 years old for goodness sake, it's about time I came out of my shell a bit. To be honest my first post began as an Instagram caption that went on for far too long so I decided to continue writing it as my first blog entry. My name is Christine. I'll probably write mostly about life as a mother to three young children. Maybe a bit about married life. Lots about print designs, handmade goods, children's crafts, chocolate and cake. We'll see! I hope you enjoy my posts.
I used to think about death when I had to courage to. It can’t be that bad I’d tell myself, EVERY person will die, and billions have already died. I wished mine wouldn’t be too painful or gory, slipping away while asleep sounded best. I tried to comfort myself that we probably just switch off for good, with no memory. The truth that I would never have admitted is that it terrified me. I side stepped the fear by trying to live for the moment, after all we never know when we’ll get hit by a bus, as the saying goes.
It’s been over a decade since I crashed to my knees on my bedroom floor and I gave my life to Jesus and instantly he took my baggage; weight I had no idea I carried lifted of my shoulders. Love saturated my heart. Peace. My desires started to change, behaviours that had once felt so natural to me repulsed me. Then three years ago I had the most incredible encounter with the Holy Spirit, my eyes were opened, my ears were opened and my heart was set on fire. I saw who I was, who I had been, and how Jesus sees me. The magnitude of what Jesus did for me, for ALL, at the cross hit me like a meteorite. I once lived wide eyed in utter darkness, stumbling around on the road to death but now the God of the turn around, the God of the impossible, the God who never leaves us or gives up on us, whose love for us displayed so clearly on the cross brought me from death to life.
“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” John 11:25-26
A couple of weekends back I met a woman sitting against a brick wall. We got chatting and she told me of her plans for the afternoon; she was really looking forward to a bath at her friend’s flat, which led her to make a specific request. I left and returned with the item she needed then asked her if she’d been to any of the churches and started to explain that they do so much during the week than just the Sunday service. She looked at me and her eyes shone so bright and before I could finish my sentence she excitedly whipped out a flyer of the church she goes to and said “I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for Him”. She told me a little about her past, a very painful past. I was so blown away by her, she was so full of life, hope and peace. We had such a joy filled conversation and I was still marvelling about her as I sat back in the car that I had to take a moment before driving, I found myself smiling because she’d given me so much hope. It was such a great reminder that what ever our circumstances, God is moving. He is at work everywhere. In ways that continuously blow our minds. Life is messy, full of difficult twists and turns, there is so much hardship, pain, suffering and brokenness but when our trust is in Him he sustains us. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness doesn’t stand a chance!
“For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.” 2 Corinthians 4:6