A Testimony, In His Word Garden

Sitting here looking at the blinking cursor, pondering what to write about. Sometimes words to write are difficult. Five minutes of blinking cursor and then it a word came, "just start".  I have a compulsive thirst  to write, which started with emailing a supportive baseball friend quite a few years back.  We earned each others trust through sport, we then began to share our latest fashion of word triglicerides.  I began to anticipate a response as much as the morning cup of wake me up. The tone of words could be conveyed through thoughtful word digging, be it lively and light, or deeply complex. I would sit for hours and ponder, delete, open a thesausrus often for better discriptions of the themes and tempos in my mind. His writing inspired new side streets to the frustations of having poor self esteem. 

At the same time I was writing to this friend, I was adapting to the core training of my life. My life in Christ was on the fence, with break throughs that were healing my brokeness,  beyond my efforts. I was looking for hope in the world i lived in. Ebb and flow, storms and sunshine, give the stone a polished veneer. Soon a great shifting would come, a new season with this new friend being evicted.

John 6:63  "The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life."

I learned there is power in words, yet in only one book did it completely take on a passionate process of incredible meaning, depth, a whole turnabout, topsy- turvy adventure. Yes adjectives and I are good buddies :D
So back to this book of so much controversery for me- the Bible. It had no power with its lovely leather binding and gold gilt lettering, actually for the early part of my life, I thought i would try to read it. I fell asleep sadly or it was way higher in thought than I had the energy for. I accepted Christ for my gran, she was always so thoughtful to send us to Bible camps, she didnt want us to go to Hell. Looking back I am glad she spoke of those things, it did scare me, but I truly was more glad to hear of Heaven and love.Once I began a commited no matter what attitude, instead of sitting on the fence, a whole lot of shifting came my way. The rough roads, falls, scraped knees, stagnations were so worth the beautious grip of faithfull love and acceptance of Christ Jesus. What a fragrance He produces and stirs with the action of  reading His word. It is the most beautiful garden to be in. There is so much more to say and convey, an anxious excitement to share our relationship with you. Thank you for bearing with me, as I learn to make shorter blogs.