A brilliant man helped me understand the importance of looking back recently. It is when we see God's deliverance from our painful past, we can embrace him in our present.
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.
I no longer embrace change like I used to. A confession I wish I never had to make.
My mind is like the final seconds of a washing machine spin cycle. It's tumbling, and taking forever to come to a complete stop. I'm staring, waiting patiently for the lid to unlock and the buzzer to sound.
When I close my eyes and see myself as Jesus sees me, I am free. The challenge returns to weight loss and healthy living-physical health and mental health, not negative thinking.
...when you reflect compassion in this wisdom, when you love yourself in your own imperfections, when you love and accept others in theirs, you will find peace.
Every year, things start to happen. September rolls in, and so does the stress. By the time October hits, I'm exhausted. In the past, I felt defeated until the winter came to an end.
Christians don't always comprehend the road to robust mental health. Our detour isn't always a sign of slipping away, but can be a sign of rising up.
Thoughts of suicide remain part of my battle. They may be here to the end. I am at peace with that. Equipped for the fight, I no longer fear.
There are days I am short with my words. People struggle with impulses toward lust, food, or money. The Bible warns if we don't practice self-control, we will become slaves to the worldly things that control us.