It is no secret that I am not a morning person, I struggle to get out of bed. Not only because I am ninety percent still groggy but because I love my bed and pillows. However I know that if I don’t get up; my two-year-old will strip from his clothes, my four-year-old will be trying to get into bed with me, and my eight-year-old will try to be sneaky and get my electronics. As I try to start my day early, most of the time my little bright-eyed-wild Jedi are waking me up instead.
I have tried to get up early but I end up dragging my feet and barely making my coffee the right way. If you see me in the morning my hair isn’t done and my slippers are on. I don’t process conversation without my coffee either. Now I don’t really need coffee to be a better person however what helps me speed up my groggy eyes is my coffee, and yes I am that woman who doesn’t like being talked to unless I have had at least 4 sips (more like gulps) of my morning joe.
We all have friends! Friends often can keep us on a straight path, encourage us, help us in a time of need, or even just be there for emotional support. That is why it is extremely important who your friends are. We all belong to friend circles, some circles are bigger and some are smaller, some even have multipole circles! One for work friends, one for school friends, and even one for church friends. However, I dare to ask who is in those circles?
The other day at my work I was sitting in my office that morning going over paperwork. I needed to go out to the main lobby where the textbooks are to get something. Around this time my morning employee just walked in to start her shift. As she and I walked out to the floor I happened to notice a little baby snake slithering by then stopping by my foot. It froze there, startled by this little baby creature. I grabbed my phone for a photo opp for my husband who loves snakes. On the other hand, I don’t mind snakes but I don’t particularly like them either. As she stood there watching it to make sure it didn’t slither off I went and grabbed disposable coffee cups, scooped the little guy up, and put him outside where he belonged. Laughing about it we went on about our morning.
The number one thing a follower of Jesus or a Christain of any kind will always ask what is your testimony is. In other words “What’s your story?”
While there are many different and unique testimonies out there, my testimony, whatever you want to call it didn’t use to feel as glamorous or heart-wrenching as others. I often felt like maybe I wasn’t doing it right or I was missing something. I use to feel like maybe I didn’t experience my true testimony yet, whatever that meant. I have since learned that this isn’t true, everyone has a different story to tell, and everyone’s lives are led to him differently. On top of that, I have realized that I didn’t fully know Jesus until this year despite what I thought I knew four years ago. My story is quite long but is still growing, I have learned over this past year that I am not done being molded and shaped. I acknowledge that there will be many more situations, outcomes, choices, and experiences that will add to my testimony as I get older. As in a previous post, I am always coming to Christ and my coming to testimony will always grow as I learn more.