What Are You?

Do you label your beliefs? Are you Baptist, Catholic, Assembly of God or just Christian? Or could you be atheistic or maybe a spiritual, but not religious type?

Are you curious about others?

If you read my blog you know that I spend quite a bit of my daily reading with blogs written by Mormon Women. I am not Mormon, I will probably never be Mormon, but I respect anyone who has beliefs – that may be naive – let me correct that a bit. I love and care for everyone, but I choose to spend my time with people who believe in God and believe Jesus Christ is their Savior. Oh, I hope I do not offend this Monday morning, but for me to stay balanced and to stay on the path I need to be on, those are the choices that I have made.

Back on Topic: Courtney Kendrick posted a video Friday, yeap that is it below. You may know Courtney from her blog CJane. When I watched it my heart was warmed by her profession of faith and I was intrigued. I have to admit I have lived under a rock religiously, I know what my religion teaches and that is about it – well, I know a bit about Catholicism too because of where I was raised. I know very little about Mormon except the rumors that you hear. I don’t know who Joseph Smith is and I know nothing about the book of Mormon.

I guess I might be different from some (or maybe the same as many) because I want to learn about others and make my own decision based on the knowledge I have. I am not saying today or this month or the next 6 months (because my brain is kind of mush at the moment), but I will read the book of Mormon because I want to know. Interesting fact…our house backs up to the local Mormon church…I just thought it was interesting…it kind of put me a peace knowing there is a church just steps from my back door even though I don’t have a full grasp on what they believe. 

What do I believe you ask?

I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
Maker of heaven and earth,
and in Jesus Christ,
His only Son, our Lord:
Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into hell.
On the third day He rose again from the dead.
He ascended into heaven
and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty,
from there He shall come to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the Holy Christian Church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting.
Amen.

This is the Apostles' Creed, this one is taken from the LCMS website.

As Courtney said, this is what I know.

I am Lutheran.

Bubble

I had a cup of coffee this morning. I knew that I should not have done it, but I did and now I am paying for it – barf. Sorry if that is too much for you today.

Ten years ago when I was pregnant with Shelby I was driving my new Toyota Corolla on the highway to a local mall. Everything was good until the car in front of me slammed into the car in front of him. All of this while driving 65 plus miles per hour in the center lane of a 3-lane highway. I barely missed being a part of it – like if I had hesitated for a second it would have been over. I managed by some grace to swerve into a clear lane. I remember at the point feeling that someone, a power larger then myself made that happen. If I was a second slower I may not be typing my daughter’s name.

I had that same feeling this morning as I stopped short due a person in front of me slamming on their breaks. I looked in my rear view mirror to notice a car not paying attention (a driver not a car, but you know what I meant right?). The second he looked up I saw the panic on his face as he had to find a way to go from 45 miles an hour to a dead stop. I remember holding onto the wheel saying please please please don’t hit me. Then there it was – the bubble. There was smoke coming from his tires and screeching of breaks, but he came safely to a stop less then one inch away from my bumper. We made eye contact in a thank goodness that didn’t happen sort of way. He had a young girl in the front seat and I am positive he was completely unaware of the cargo I was traveling with this morning.

Again, the feeling hit me. The feeling of Nope, Dana this was meant to be and a wreck isn’t going to end your happiness. A feeling of safety and of peace for this sappy girl who believes that there are angels that look over her during the day. I know that is so over dramatic for a fender bender, but I did thank God in that moment and shed a small tear. I am happy to say – so my mother knows – that I did not pick up the cellphone and call my husband because that would have been dangerous – stress and cellphone talking while driving – not good.

Have you ever felt the bubble of protection come over you? Has something happened that you just knew this is going to be bad, but then all was well and you proceed with your life without a scar?