The most important thing about me isn't about me at all. It's about God.
Though He is perfectly holy, and I had no hopes of being so, He loved me (and you!).
There had to be punishment for sin – justice had to be satisfied.
So God sent His own Son, Jesus Christ, who lived a sinless life Himself, and died to pay the penalty for sin.
Because of that sacrifice, I can be right with God.
And so can you … and so can anyone who will cease trusting in their own goodness -- but rather acknowledge that they have none, and trust in Jesus Christ’s sacrifice instead.
The less interesting things about me are:
I am the office manager for the church I attend and also have a small business re-binding books & Bibles.
I’m in the process of overcoming the horror of school gym classes, and learning to think of exercise as a “good thing” rather than an exercise in public humiliation.
I love being outdoors, particularly when Michigan allows a person to be outside without the danger of frostbite. (that would be “July”)
We didn't get any car alarm alerts down here in Hopkins but at 3am in the morning I was having a heck of a time figuring out what the odd noise was. I spend the morning wondering what new equipment the dairy farm next door had put in now. Later in the day we realized it was the fighter jets. It was cool for the first dozen times. After that - not so much.
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Will be sure and note that for future reference should a presidential funeral occur in my neck of the woods...
Happy New Year Trinka!!!
Long time no speak. But you have been on my mind. Just wanted you to know.
Love ya!!!
Carol :)
Hi Trinka,
We didn't get any car alarm alerts down here in Hopkins but at 3am in the morning I was having a heck of a time figuring out what the odd noise was. I spend the morning wondering what new equipment the dairy farm next door had put in now. Later in the day we realized it was the fighter jets. It was cool for the first dozen times. After that - not so much.
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