well i will start at the begining, not to bore you to tears (before you switch off or reach for the expresso) because it relivant, although i do find a good coffee accompanies any activity.
my mum was doing a degree in spanish so she was in Gijon north spain for a year teaching english when she started dated a local guy there. Things didnt work out and she returned homelss and pregnant to finish her degree. she graduated with 1st class honours and a baby! (enter mwah) she married my step dad when i was three and together they raised me as a chrisitan. At the age of 10 steve legally adopted me as his own but unfortunately 6 montsh later he died of double pneumonia. In the next year i decided god either wasnt there or didnt care, i was no longer a christian.
when i was 19 i left to go round the world for a year backpacking and off i wondered armed with a credit card and hardend liver to put the world to rights. Come christmas time i was surprised to find myself homesick and stuck my bum on the local pew for an hour, its was a nice enough service, i bought a bible and slung it in the backpack wihtout much further thought.
it was a couple of months later in mexico having burning through half my cash, i was living on a loaf of bread and jar of jam which did breakfast lunch and dinner (i wasnt going home early if it killed me) sat in this hoval that resembled a 1980s horror movie, i opened the bible. un beknown to me i was tucking into a king james version of revelation (the old school english version of the end times!) but i thought well firstly i was slightly terrified, secondly if god was that big he was surely gonna do a better job of my life than i was! and thirdly if he didnt exist i had lost nothing, so there and then i gave him my life.
Since then i came home and did the ALPHA COURSE a course to find out about chrisitanity, ask anything you like eat some decent food you havent had to prepare or microwave at the end of a long day and then invariably down the local for that drink you wanted all day.
I got batised, an outward declaration of giving your life to god, i started to go to church and i learned ...no, am still learning to worship.
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Blogtastic x
Ola Miss Marr?
Am loving your bloggin! nearly wet myself when I read about the chair of prayer.......
God does have a sense of humour
love ya x x
Muchos bueno senórita.
Praise be to the past, present and the things to come. May Espana bring your walk closer to Him.
JMC
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