I’m about to become very unpopular.
I’ve thought about writing this post but attempted to brush away the idea. I couldn’t.
I have something that needs to be said. I’m just struggling to find the words and the right tone.
Easter is a fun, colorful holiday of easter egg hunts, and candy (which I love), and cute little girls tripping around in fluffy floral dresses and white shoes.
As if it couldn’t get better, Easter means even more to me.
It’s a sign of hope, and a reminder that what I believe transcends all other beliefs as true. You’ve read my God’s Not Dead post, you’ll know I don’t speak theological whatchamacallits. I’m a regular girl. This is my simple yet powerful belief, and it’s true.
My family was recently watching the movie, “God’s Not Dead.” I caught the tail-end of it, but it was powerful enough to make an impression on me, and hit me with some conviction.
I claim to be a Christian on this blog, but how much of that shines through?
I won’t be talking about the movie, but instead, my initial reasoning for being a Christian in the sense of: I believe God is not dead.