Mental illness and stay at home orders.
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
I am unable to get out there and help at this time, but I pray. I believe in the power behind gentle words of hope and declaration. I know God above hears our prayers through Jesus Christ, and responds in ways we may not understand or see. Faith takes on new meaning in times of unknown and hope leads the way.
Love lives there,
And filters down
For trying moments
In silenced sound.
When world erupts
And plans change.
It's Christ alone,
That Holy Name.
"You run from Jesus, and the world attacks you mercilessly. You run toward Jesus, and the world attacks you, but you are loved through mercy, forgiveness, and grace. Either direction we go, the world is there, but one direction is peace, the other chaos. Choose wisely."
Forgiven and free.
I look back, and a wasted dream comes to mind. However, what if God's perfect timing was after I endured the crazy bumps of life. Every piece of my story speaks to the strength and power of my Savior.
When mental illness meets addiction, death happens.
For fear of losing myself, I take time to get in my head and to lift my spirits through the strength of Jesus Christ. On my own, I fail to save myself. I know this, so I fight to reach in and surrender.
"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?