Reflection. Mirrored echos, such disgrace. Unfamiliar me, unfamiliar place.
While we are so busy dissecting our flaws, God is watching and wondering, “When will you know that you are the most beautiful thing to me?
Each of us is fighting some invisible battle that many in our lives have no idea we fight. I know I am not the only one in this place.
I have felt my mood spiralling steadily downwards throughout the week. This has trickled into my writing which has been largely negative and downbeat. I don’t apologise for this as I have always said I would write honestly on this blog. Those who choose to read it see the good, the bad and the frequently ugly. Warts and all. I spent too long living a lie on social media so this latest incarnation is, if nothing else, a truthful one.
The reason for this? Quite simple really. I never bothered to order my repeat prescription for Escitaloprem which I take on a daily basis to combat OCD, Anxiety and Depression. It’s one little, white pill a day but they make all the difference to my mood and outlook on life. Without them I start to feel irritable, edgy and miserable within a few days. Negative thinking takes over and the…
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If we are not living a life in submission to our Lord, then we are living a life that brings us nothing more than a reflection of self-indulgent, disobedience. Our outward walk will only reflect our inward, self-seeking desires, and at some point you will collide with the Lord’s desire for your life.
This, my friends, is where society has gone. We have raised generations with no significant care for humanity. People are more likely to care diligently for their I-phone before they will care for another human being.
My days have faltered between tired and exhausted. This is my normal, so I am not concerned. When I am attacked from every direction-mentally, physically, and spiritually I typically live right where I currently am. It may not be pleasant, but at least it is familiar, and I can work with familiar. I have watched …
Montagnard Christian refugees in Phnom Penh fear imminent deportation, as the number of police guards outside their residence has risen to as many as ten, since 20 March. One refugee raised concerns, saying, “So many police of Cambodia came to guards us … and so many [of] their cars … We are very worry about deporting to Vietnam.” The Cambodian government’s Refugee Department [?]
I’m telling you, pro choice is no choice. Somebody says, “Well, now wait a minute. A woman’s body is her own body.” But we’re not talking about her body; we’re talking about the body of a little baby. Freedom of choice is not the freedom of choice to kill someone else. “Well,” you say, “the […] …
You ask 'them' daily to die for you, when He chose one day in time, to die for all! That is power, that is love, and it is one thing you will never have in the dark abyss of your hate and shame.