Willful

     From the stories I remember hearing about my youth, I was a willful child. Around two years old, I crawled up a ladder onto the roof of our trailer. My parents were looking for me when they heard the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps over their heads! Consequently, I also broke my femur at two years old running down a hill at a cemetery (my parents were putting flowers on the graves of loved ones) and I tripped over a tree stump.
     I really have not changed much, except for the changes God has made in me since I became a Christian and gave my life and my will over to Him. Who knows where I'd be (if I'd be alive at all) or what I'd be doing with my life had I not been asked by a coworker if I wanted to go to church with her. That was the beginning of a journey that has evolved over the last 25 years. Am I perfect? Not in the least, but am I grateful to God for accepting me into His royal family and allowing me to mess up under His protection and provision? Absolutely!

Cemetery on the Mt. of Olives, Israel. 

There's irony in this, since this is where Christ chose to give up His life by submitting to God's plan, 

so that you and I could be saved from eternal death.
^{Luke 22:42} “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.”