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    Ok, so I suppose I am going to give this blogging a try, it seems fun yet simple enough.  I named my blog On My Sleeve from the age old phrase, "wearing my heart on my sleeve."  Actually, for those who do not know the origins of this phrase, it actually stems from the Middle Ages when people would draw names to see who their valentine was. They would pin the name on their sleeve, thus where the phrase originated. What it means today is being open about your emotions and feelings toward another person rather than keeping them hidden away.
  
    I chose this title because I feel like we should try and everyday wear our heart's on our sleeves for God, and let him know what we are feeling, and being open and honest to him.  So this blog will mainly be about what I feel like God has been trying to teach me, and what paths he seems to be directing me down.  I love those moments in time where something just clicks in your head, a revelation, so to speak.  But I like to call them Jesus Moments.  


     I have recently found my self the new youth minister at Mt. Washington First Christian Church.  Three weeks into the position and I am loving it.  I am blessed to have the opportunity to instruct these amazing kids in the ways of the Lord, and to hopefully bring them to a closer relationship with them.  If there is one thing that I ever learned from my own father being a minister, is that there is no such thing as a part time ministry, just part time pay (lol).  Ministry is... all about the connection.  Between you and others, between others and God, and between you and God.  
     
     It is odd, the influence a title can bequeath you.  The simple term minister automatically changes everything.    It is like because you have the title, who you are and your standing in the church is just instantly elevated.  For some, the title makes them more open to you, even friendlier, for others, it could turn them bitter and they will turn away from you.  The funny thing is that three weeks ago I was just a pew warmer (for lack of a better term), and not much has changed in those few weeks to make me any different.  


     I am simply thankful for my God, who has given me this opportunity to serve him.  Everyday I try to remind myself that we were created for a relationship with him, and that in our own selfishness, we rebel against him.  It is because of us that his son, Jesus, died for us.  Our savior's blood, on my hands.  But does God hold that against us?  No!  He still loves us, after all that we have put him through, he is still knocking at our doors.  


    Remember, no matter how far you have fallen, or how many mistakes you have made, God will never stop loving you, and never stop wanting a relationship with you.  Never think that you are so worthless that God cannot use you.