Christianity in a Woman's World.

First things first, I want to thank you for indulging me and following my blog.  I know it contains a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  But that's kind of how I stay contained! =)

It's encouraging to be able to share back and forth stories about our children, husbands, animals, recipes, and decorations, etc.  But today, I feel strongly led to share a subject that relates to all these areas of our lives.  The best way for me to share the reality of Christianity in a woman's world is to share with you how Jesus Christ has become a reality in my own life.

I grew up just outside of Detroit, with all the trappings that entailed.  My mother's side of the family and my dad's side of the family were on separate planets, two totally different lifestyles..."peas and carrots", to be sure.  Without getting too detailed, it wasn't very practical to raise a child in the lifestyle that my mother lived in so, by the age of seven, my dad took custody of me and I started going to church.

Some things that happened to me, while living with my mother, were pretty hard for me to understand and come to terms with, but I always felt, even as a child, that there was someone there looking out for me.  Someone who I couldn't see, but who seemed to wrap me in a bubble of protection and love.  Even when things got really bad...I never felt alone.  I didn't understand what was going on, I was just comforted and felt a sense of peace.

After all these years, experiencing many ugly things to include dying in a motorcycle accident when I was eighteen, I had always felt that presence of being.  Most of that accident, as well as the few weeks following, I do not remember.  I was told that I was screaming in pain and they couldn't do anything else for me. I do not remember. My neck was broken in two places, my back broken in three places and my left leg was shattered.  I was told I'd never walk again.  I slipped into a coma for nineteen days.  When I came back to consciousness the only thing I felt was total peace.  No pain, just peace.  I didn't know where I was or what had happened, but I was ok with that because all I felt was peace.  No, I don't remember any "white lights" or what it was like on "the other side" but what I do remember, is peace.  The accident happened on November 4th, 1987.

Through the grace and healing power of Jesus Christ, I walked my graduation commencement that following June without any hardware or special appliances and I haven't stopped yet.  There was no humanly way possible that I could have recovered half of what I was able to do within eight months.  The only explanation I have to offer you is the grace and mercy of Jesus Christ.  Apparently, it was not my time to leave this earth.  I believe I was spared so that I could share my story with others who might want to know a personal Savior.  I realize now, that Jesus was always with me...even before I got "saved".   I wouldn't be where I am today or who I am if it hadn't been for Christ.  I want to share Him with you.  There is nothing to be afraid of, He took all my fear from me.