I’m going to live the abundant life Jesus
died for me to have.
My parents lived a miserable life. They were always mad, sad or complaining about
something. I don’t remember ever seeing them happy. I don’t know if they were saved or
not, but they sure didn’t act like it and it’s too late to ask. When I got cancer (back when it was an
automatic death sentence) I made up my mind I would finish my life differently than they did
I made a promise to God that if He would give me the chance, I would seek Him until I had the
abundant life He promised us all, the one that they never got.
I backslide from time to time – but I keep pressing on. I’m determined that I’m going to have it,
live it, share it and shout it from the rooftops for the rest of my life. His sacrifice will not be
in vain for me. Jesus paid a high price for me to have it… and to me it would be a slap
in his face for me not to enjoy it.
My life is not all peaches and cream, but the joy, peace and love that my parents never
had, I do have. I probably have it because I made mind to believe it was available.