By I was looking for a reason not to run this morning. I just didn’t want to go. So I told myself not to worry about my time. Not to worry about my distance. Just to go out and enjoy nature. As I went to turn on my podcast that I’ve been listening to I instead opted for something else. Unashamed.
If you haven’t tuned in before, Unashamed is a podcast featuring the Robertson family. It made me examine my life. Am I living unashamed?
I’m guilty of thinking twice or rewording myself in fear my Christianity would bother someone. For that I am ashamed. While I’ve never denied my faith, I have let it hide.
A lot of that changed when I met my husband. And recently, as my faith has grown stronger, I’ve been living unashamed. I don’t hide my faith or my love of Jesus. I have met some truly awful people that have attacked my faith and attempted to silence me. But at the end of the day, their views don’t matter. Their opinions of me don’t matter. His does. He who gave all. He is who I live for. And I live unashamed.
God Bless.
– E
E. A. McComas 