Which Side Are You On?

Our neighbors behind us have a really big yard, half an acre maybe. So, to keep up with their lawn, they got some goats. Yes, goats (a very random thing to find in the city, by the way).
A couple of days ago, I glanced out my kitchen window to see a goat sitting by the fence that divides our backyards...
But I couldn't tell which side of the fence he was on.
"Uh, mom?" I said kind of nervously. She came over to the window. "Please tell me that goat isn't in our yard."
"Oh! Hmm...well, he's probably in his yard, but yeah, it is hard to tell." She replied.
Then I got an idea..an analogy that I'm going to present to you in this blog post.
When I looked back, he was gone.

Just long enough to give me this idea!

Sometimes that's what it's like with Christians. They sit so close to the fence (the world) that you can't tell for sure what side they are on. They talk like a non-christian, dress like a non-christian, act like a non-christian...and I'm not trying to be judgmental, I'm not looking down on them for being lukewarm (although that is definitely not okay). I'm ashamed that they present God & the church that way to unsaved people. People get their opinion of God by what they see in us, and if we as Christians walk around either condemning them for their choices or cussing and drinking, then they aren't going to have a very good view of God. You know what I'm saying?
And another point: if you say you're a God follower, but you are following the world, then what side ARE you on? Who are you really following? You can't walk down 2 paths at the same time, it's impossible.
What upsets me the most is how much they are missing by sitting so close to the fence. Don't they know that Christianity isn't just some religion? Why would they be so careless about the fact that God created everything, is everything, keeps their lungs breathing and their hearta beating, and loves them literally TO DEATH? It should break a heart to know that so many people are choosing to keep Jesus at arms length.
I've been there. I didn't want to accept Him..but it's the best thing I ever did.

Thanks for reading, don't sit close to the fence..
;)

Confessions of A Crazy Nut

As most you know, I am a crazy nut. I mean come on, have you met my family? I can't help it!

Everyone has confessions to make, whether they are crazy people or not.
Here are my confessions...

* I'm addicted to coffee--if it weren't for caffeine, I would probably drop dead right here & now, on this keyboard.
* Every once in a while, when I'm home alone, & I'm sure no one is watching, the little girl in me comes out & I skip around the house--just because. :P
* I get along with my mom. Yeah, you heard me right, this 15 year old actually likes her parents. Whoaaa now I'm really crazy.
* If my phone dies, the world as I know it comes to an end...
* I write songs:)
* I'm way too controlling sometimes..
* If I could speak only Spanish for the rest of my life, I totally would.
* So far this year, I've been to the ER for 3 people.
* They all turned out ok:)
* My Jesus is amazing.
* He must have some good running shoes if he's kept up with me this far;)
* I've been hurt..
* By my own self.
* I've hurt other people.
* And I've screwed up.

* But...

* My Jesus loves me.
* And I know that's totally cliche, but pretend its not. Because when you think about the fact that Jesus came & died for all of us, in spite of how much we hated him, suddenly that becomes a big statement.
* For pretty much all of last month, I was angry at God.
* We had 2 deaths in the family, I saw a little girl's life be turned upside down, and my grandmother has fallen into depression..
* I'm tempted to go down with her.
* But God is pulling me up. He wants me to sing, dance, & learn to smile again, in spite of what's going on.
* He saw me when I fell, he saw my anger, he saw my regret, my confusion, my..crazy nuttiness.
* And instead of saying, "Wow, she's a real mess. Who's next?" He listened to me. He dealt with me. He let me be the crazy nut I am, then he talked.
And...
He proved me wrong.
Another confession: I hate being wrong.
But this time, I was glad I was wrong. Because I thought I was done, that he'd given up on me as well as everyone else. I thought I had no choice but to go back and be the same person I was. But he told me that all of that wasn't true. He still cares about me, he is taking care of me. I don't have to watch my back, I can trust he's got this one.

And I love that:)
What are your confessions?