Call me a doubter , there are so many things in my life that are too far fetched so I have chosen not to believe them. Father Christmas was my first stumbling block, when I got a bit older there were so many things I bought with a promise attached. Make up to make me look beautiful, cream to take away the lines on my face to make me look younger. Food that would make me healthier even though it was bland and tasted like sawdust.
So in October 1985, I , like someone diving into the deep end of a pool with no swimming experience, became a Christian. Did I believe in this Jesus, the one that had been presented to me. Coming to Faith sums it up.
With little or no knowledge and just a shred of belief I dived in and that was it, because a divine power called the Holy Spirit took over my life and became my faithful guide, I didn’t have to worry, I didn’t have to be afraid, I was given the abundant life.
Now don’t get me wrong there have been pitfalls and huge boulders along the way, but some how this weak and feeble person comes through. You may say I am on cloud nine, well not yet but I am aiming for it, but one thing is for certain I wont budge till I hear that still small voice say “Follow Me”.
The title taken from Mark 9 vs 24
Norma Denner 