When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
An author!
Given the turns my life has taken with maths & science at A level & my degree in Mathematics, this seems amusing! And now here I am in my 50s writing out thoughts – funny old thing this life with its twists and unexpected turns. It feels almost cyclical sometimes.
I remember writing a fanciful wee story about ducks in a farmyard. Mum got me to write it out in my best handwriting and dad photocopied it. I thought I had been published.
Funny thing, at the other end of the scale I remember having a horror of being a missionary. I vividly remember hearing (at a missions service) a tongue-in-cheek Christian song ‘please don’t call me to Africa’. Back then I knew God only as strict father figure ready to send me to hell if I wasn’t a good girl.
Now, I have a better understanding of who God really is. And as we approach Easter I think of the sacrifice of Jesus – the love not the nails that held Him there.
Hebrews 2:2 from the Passion translation/paraphrase
Because his heart was focused on the joy of knowing that you would be his, he endured the agony of the cross and conquered its humiliation, and now sits exalted at the right hand of the throne of God!
If you want to listen to some songs that help focus the mind on Jesus & Easter here’s a wee playlist on Spotify.
AngeLisa Crafts 