I was nothing more than-not good enough, undesirable, unlovable, broken, to someone long ago. I choose today to release the negative and I must believe what God’s Word says I am in Christ Jesus, now.
Steady proof I’ve Come so far. After the pain, the suffering, the healing, I Remain. I endure. I survive. Scarred. ..and whether seen or unseen. They are here. Whether visible or hidden Whether carved on skin or carved in mind. They’ve left me changed, Changed internal, Changed in life. The memory of their preceding pain, …
This is the truth. I have Bipolar disorder, I have lived with this for most of life. The childhood abuse I endured did one heck of a number on my brain and chemistry, changing forever what could have probably been a normal mind. Once I hit adulthood and a manic episode ended in the worst …
In the search for my positive side, the word ‘better’ feels like a good place to start. For years, I have been chasing better-better health, better walk with God, better communication, and above all, a better situation for my daughter. That last one, it is breaking my heart and tearing me in pieces that are …
..Our world is fast changing folks. There is a decline in morality, and it is staggering. The loss of hope infecting many young hearts and minds is painful. Pride, selfishness, deceit, and greed dictate how lives function. The greater good is lost to personal agenda. Personal agenda, blurred by desire for wants more than needs.
Wherever I hide, my feelings find me. I am struggling with this at the time.
This past summer I stopped in a very dark alley of my life. I stopped, and I kneeled. I took a very long and deep breath. I am still exhaling today. For the love of myself, the me that I want to be, it was a necessary step to take.
Tis the day before Thanksgiving and all through the house the smell of hair dye is fuming, and it could probably kill a mouse.
One word in the Bible repeatedly shouts at me, and the repetitive reminder requires us to both be active and to stop and listen, all in one word: perseverance- doing something despite difficulty and delay in achieving success.
When addiction grips
Loved ones, with force
I cannot contend.
I lift a praise to my Savior,
my Redeemer, my friend.