Life Lessons--Prologue; a word about Faith

After writing about my Exclamation Marks and saying that I would write about the life lessons they represent to me, I was suddenly struck with self doubt.

"What was I thinking, that I thought I had 'life lessons' to share with anyone?" I thought.

As I share the thoughts that did come to mind over the next little while, let me say that just because they are things I believe to be true or helpful, does not mean I practice them well, although I try!

I won't write about my faith as one of my life lessons as that would diminish it somehow. The fact of faith is intrinsic to who I am. There are lessons that I could and have written about related to faith. They are different to the context of my Exclamation Marks--although any sound lesson can find its root and be confirmed in scripture--the pages of the Bible. 

The underlying premise of my faith is this: God exists;  an active relationship with him is possible; he loves each and every human with a love that is inconceivable and unconditional; his plans are best, but his ways are beyond understanding, and they are often opposite to accepted wisdom! 

Well having said that I will begin--stay tuned!

Comments

Marilyn Yocum said…
I love your prologue! Your faith is intrinsic to who you are and won't be separated out as a life lesson. I understand exactly what you mean by that.
12:03 PM
Belinda said…
Dear Marilyn, thank you for letting me know it made sense to you. :) Now for the life lessons. :)
3:30 PM
Brave Raven said…
Looking forward to this!!!!!! (Exclamation marks intended)!!!
7:37 PM
Belinda said…
Ha ha Brave Raven, too funny! :)
10:16 PM
Susan said…
I'm with B.R. Let the lessons begin!
10:42 PM
Dave Hingsburger said…
I'm late to the parade but I'm looking forward to the lessons to ... will there be carols?
4:21 PM
Belinda said…
Oh, Dave! :)
11:12 PM
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