My Mission

I have always considered myself a Christian. When I was a young child, I even went to a Christian school. I went to church with my mom every Sunday. I've even been saved and baptised twice. I'm a Christian, right?

A couple days ago my brother wanted to show me something. A video of a pastor who was trying to tell us all something. Whether we call ourselves a Christian, it doesn't actually mean we are living the life the Lord wants us to. I got it. I understood. It spoke to me. It, well.....scared me! I'm not living the life I should. I'm not being a genuine Christian.

I always have faith in God! I know he will always take care of my family and I. I pray, not as much as I should, but when I do, He answers! I know he sees me and knows I'm a work in progress. I'm trying and I ask for him to help me. I need him to take a hold of my life so that I can walk in his ways.

My main issue is, not just myself but my husband. He grew up in a Mormon home as a child. Not a strict Mormon home, by any means but he was baptised Mormon. He however, does not believe in their beliefs but he now is a work in progress for me. He has issues with all religions and it makes it hard for me when I try to get him to open his mind and heart. I pray for him as does my mom, dad and brother.

I also have a young child. I'm not so worried about her.....right now anyway. I talk to her about the Lord. She understands and loves him. I know she does and I know it's genuine. I just need to keep her from being deceived. I know that will be hard but I am on a mission. A mission to saving myself and my family from being left behind!

So this is my journey, my trials and tribulations in finding my faith in the Lord.