No, I am not a hero. My experiences are cringe-worthy. Navigating God's purpose in the aftermath isn't always easy. Who am I, and why me?
In the back of it all is the fear whispering, "Am I good enough?"
Get busy living.
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.
My identity no longer lingers in the shadows of a victim or mentally ill and broken. What Satan hoped to imprison for life was surrendered and set free years ago by the blood of Jesus Christ.
A testimony points to the Almighty and glorifies his name. It is the story of his redemptive power, healing comfort, and miraculous divine intervention in the lives of those who choose to see.
One word, five minutes..GO!
One word, five minutes, GO!
When life keeps going, it also feels distant.
A prayer of surrender. Are you willing?