"God, if you have to take my son, I will let him go." I will never forget the pain in those words. I was heartbroken and angry. How would God do this to us?
How can I share my vulnerability with others, and still, they say I am strong? It is a dynamic that is hard to grasp, especially when my current state of being is weak.
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
"Lord, do I have enough in me to handle this"
From offended to offensive. God says to examine our own heart.
If Jesus were physically standing in that building on Sunday morning, people would show up. They would crowd the hallways and overflow out the doors. Instead, they argue if church is still relevant. By my observations in this world, yes, it is.
As I sit here, drowning in the addiction cycle that haunts our family, my Savior is my life raft. For the many ways he provides and comforts, you would expect there to be one flaw, but it does not exist.
he Bible spoke love, but I heard shame. I carried the secrets of my past as weights chained around my neck. Some days I was physically ill by the sinful nature I chose.
I'm still standing Satan.
Humbled into surrender.