Authentic Stories Sharing His Authentic Love
You see, this is being a bipolar Christian. This is the battle, and He is our armor. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. This is not just a verse in an old book. This is my life song. .The theme of my days. .The sticky note stuck on the beat of my heart.
He circled around my body, He sat within my soul, He breathed the breath I lost, while experiencing him come and go.
We are incapable of such forgiveness without God. When you chose Christ, you chose the Spirit to live within you, and it is that Spirit that brings us through our pain and circumstances into a complete forgiveness- over and over.
No one knew these scars existed. Like every other part of my life, I hid them well.
Living in the worlds chaos, yet focused on You instead...
While the many hours of training were meant to train me in the many aspects of Christian caring, they also provided me with much insight and an in depth understanding of myself. It opened doors to accept who I am, challenge myself to be assertive in areas I’ve never been, and to love myself from within.
Every night I thought of the guns, or pills, or even the rafters in the garage. I thought of dying more than I thought of living. Death just seemed easier. It may sound selfish to someone on the outside, it may be, but my will to live was slipping away.
I won’t continue to feel beat up by a past that hurt me, ridiculed me, took advantage of me, shamed me and tossed me away. I will not hold back the gentle truth, no matter how harsh it is. I will not give up on people simply because they choose to give up on me. I will not be that person...
We have overused terms such as “offended”, “offensive”, and “judging” in place of using scripture. We have become afraid to remain black and white on the issues of right and wrong, because that right and wrong may offend those who don’t agree, may push away those who don’t want to accept truth, and lower the numbers in pews on Sunday....
Little by little, the lack of passion went unnoticed, and within a few years, when passion no longer became my priority, another new ‘me’ emerged. She wasn’t adorned with fire and thrill. Nope. What I wore looked more like something I’d call ‘content’.
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