This blog by my good friend Miriam Gwynne really touched my heart; I’m sure it will touch yours too so I’m reblogging it. See more of Miriam’s wonderful writing at http://www.faithmummy.wordpress.com
It’s Easter Sunday, the very centre of my beliefs as a Christian, that my Lord and Saviour not only died for me on a cross to carry my sin, but he rose again on the third day to beat death once and for all to enable me (and everyone else who believes) to have eternal life.
I sat in church today and heard the gospel message preached with my beautiful children beside me, just the same as my parents did the generation before. I never tire of hearing the message of Jesus crucified and at 15 it impacted me personally on such a level my life has been rooted and grounded in my faith ever since.
Yet here I am faced with a massive question that has caused me to question my faith in a way I never ever expected: if he wanted tocould my disabled son ever become a…
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