what my faith means to me in 100 words

 

I wrote the first 100 words in December 2017. It surprised me as I thought it would have been 4 or 5 years ago.  They are based on my baptism speech.

 

I accepted God in my life in my teens. After that university, marriage, children, hobbies and voluntary work pushed my faith to a back seat.  I still prayed, but told myself I did not do organised religion.

When my husband left me I prayed to accept what had happened with grace and not be bitter. God works in my life by supporting my own efforts to be there for my children, get work when I have frequently been made redundant, keep our family home and travel to wonderful places.

I am even happier now I attend a positive, encouraging church.

 

These words don’t reflect how I feel emotionally any longer so I wrote them again.

 

A deepening faith has made me content. Maybe some of that is an age thing as I have less responsibility.  I accept more.  If this is what it is going to be I accept it.  I find blessings in everything and when I doubt, I just ask, ‘and do you not always have enough?’

The answer is always yes. What is more, things have fallen into my lap recently that are nothing short of bespoke.  Only someone who knew me very well would know how right they are for me.

There is some anticipation regarding what is yet to come.

 

It shocks me to see the difference in the two when it is less than a year.