This blog page was originally started many many months ago, when I walked in darkness. I had fallen far from where I had been once…wife of the chairman of the deacon board, Sunday school teacher, youth leader for elementary, junior and senior high students, regular attendee in women’s bible study, and church attendee every Sunday morning, evening and Wednesday evening bible study. If the doors were open, I was there. I ran the needs committee, wrote curriculum for the kids, hosted missionary families in my home when they visited our church, I lived, slept, breathed my faith.
And then things went south, and for reasons I won’t go into because that church is not here to defend their side of the issues, I found myself riding the waves without the ship on which I sailed. My favorite teachers packed it up and left our congregation. I was starving in the pew each week and it wasn’t long before I no longer attended, no longer read the Word of God and stopped praying.
We’re told not to foresake the gathering of the saints, and I know why now. We lose accountability, there is no one asking where you were last Sunday, why did you miss bible study Wednesday, are you okay, etc. That lack of accountability is the opening of the door through which God’s prodigal children run wild. And run wild I did, right down the road to sin and sorrow. It would be years before I would come to the realization of what I had done. I had to reach the bottom of the pit of sin I was
swimming drowning in before I finally reached the end of me and realized just how far I had fallen.
I once gave my testimony at our monthly women’s meeting. I referred to having been the harlot and being cleansed in the blood of Christ, made new, and the God the Father no longer saw me as I am but now I knelt before Him wrapped in the cloak of Christ, perfect by the washing of the blood of my Savior. I was the daughter of the King of the Universe. Sadly I tossed my crown aside and spent my riches (my good sense, reputation, forgiveness, down to my very soul) without care or concern for the pain I might be inflicting on the One that died for my sin.
Recently I found my way back out of the swamp. There is much washing away of the garbage I dragged out of the muck with me, but I’m getting myself back on that uphill, difficult path, the only place I truly felt joy.
When we accept Christ and place our lives in His hands we are made new. What better illustration than airbrushing. Airbrushing photo removes the blemishes, spots, darkness from a picture. In Christ our sins are brushed away and removed and the image presented before God is then perfect.
The Airbrushed Diva is the daughter of the King, and this page will now be devoted only to my thoughts on those things that are pure, right, and holy before my Father in Heaven.
In all that is right,