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OK. so, the taunting continues, at times. "God's work in this world is -always- met with opposition." I read that in a book once.
I -was- ugly. I'm not now. I -was- sick, at all levels. I'm remarkably healthy now, and I'm even making strides in my "recovery from psychosis," by God's grace. I -was- a flamer. I'm not heterosexual, but I am more masculine now.
Such were some of you, but you were washed and made clean...
true of any Christian, especially true of me. My old psych records are filled with an alphabet soup of labels and falsehoods (this only matters because my parents got me a good lawyer...without him, I'd maybe be in a state hospital...). Truth? I was a mixed up, messed up, wretched human being...
...and Jesus saved me! (is saving me, I pray will save me...).
Ugh. I get down about it. The Lord has transformed me so, so much, and I -am- increasingly thankful. Just think...homely, short "flamer" is transformed after a worse than wasted life. Yes! God is good!
The taunts get rough, but I see now that its just a part of life. "Mental patients" generally don't matter to people. I'm blessed...my parents are higher status now, plus I get disability, so I live w/ them. I'm comfortable, safe, healthy, well-dressed, well taken care of...and I need that, trust me.
I've been praying that The Lord will take my past from my mind and forgive me for looking back so much. By His grace, I'm moving forward, one step at a time.
I'm very much a work-in-progress, of course. I need to lose weight and work out, which is actually possible now, because The Lord has willed to make healthy. I need to build a social life, which is challenging, but not impossible.
Ugh. my parents love me, and they're kind to me. That's...huge! I'm increasingly capable of being kind to them, too. We get along well. I see now that a lot of The Lord's work in my life is for them, too. For example...I had reasonably thick hair, and then I dyed it waaay too much, plus other factors...I destroyed most of my follicles. Seriously. When that happens, you do -not- get regrowth ("scarring alopecia"). Sad times :-(
So...now....my hair is ridiculously thick, wavy, and healthy. For whatever reason, it apparently looks like a high dollar dye job (for obvious reasons, I have a 0 peroxide policy now, LOL). Now and then, I'll catch my mother looking over at me...especially when the light hits my hair...and she looks so much...happier...
OK. For those of you who take the time to read these--thank you!!!. I realize now that a lot of you keep my family and me up in prayer, anyway, and I'm thankful. God is good!
I guess I'm posting here because...ugh. God is good! People...not so much. A lot of what I'm dealing with, now, is 0 compared to what -could- be happening, or what -could- have happened, had God not seen fit to spare me. I get that, now. I didn't, for a long time.
I think I'm maturing in Christ, and in general. The world is rough on people, especially when you mess up...and I started low status AND I messed up, royally. Ouch. But...
...through it all, God spared me, then I came to believe upon Jesus. Just a bit less than 5 years in, I've been transformed, inside and out. Verna tells me, now and then, "Jesus looks past our flaws and see our needs," and I'm beginning to see that...per usual...she's right.
Thanks.
I -was- ugly. I'm not now. I -was- sick, at all levels. I'm remarkably healthy now, and I'm even making strides in my "recovery from psychosis," by God's grace. I -was- a flamer. I'm not heterosexual, but I am more masculine now.
Such were some of you, but you were washed and made clean...
true of any Christian, especially true of me. My old psych records are filled with an alphabet soup of labels and falsehoods (this only matters because my parents got me a good lawyer...without him, I'd maybe be in a state hospital...). Truth? I was a mixed up, messed up, wretched human being...
...and Jesus saved me! (is saving me, I pray will save me...).
Ugh. I get down about it. The Lord has transformed me so, so much, and I -am- increasingly thankful. Just think...homely, short "flamer" is transformed after a worse than wasted life. Yes! God is good!
The taunts get rough, but I see now that its just a part of life. "Mental patients" generally don't matter to people. I'm blessed...my parents are higher status now, plus I get disability, so I live w/ them. I'm comfortable, safe, healthy, well-dressed, well taken care of...and I need that, trust me.
I've been praying that The Lord will take my past from my mind and forgive me for looking back so much. By His grace, I'm moving forward, one step at a time.
I'm very much a work-in-progress, of course. I need to lose weight and work out, which is actually possible now, because The Lord has willed to make healthy. I need to build a social life, which is challenging, but not impossible.
Ugh. my parents love me, and they're kind to me. That's...huge! I'm increasingly capable of being kind to them, too. We get along well. I see now that a lot of The Lord's work in my life is for them, too. For example...I had reasonably thick hair, and then I dyed it waaay too much, plus other factors...I destroyed most of my follicles. Seriously. When that happens, you do -not- get regrowth ("scarring alopecia"). Sad times :-(
So...now....my hair is ridiculously thick, wavy, and healthy. For whatever reason, it apparently looks like a high dollar dye job (for obvious reasons, I have a 0 peroxide policy now, LOL). Now and then, I'll catch my mother looking over at me...especially when the light hits my hair...and she looks so much...happier...
OK. For those of you who take the time to read these--thank you!!!. I realize now that a lot of you keep my family and me up in prayer, anyway, and I'm thankful. God is good!
I guess I'm posting here because...ugh. God is good! People...not so much. A lot of what I'm dealing with, now, is 0 compared to what -could- be happening, or what -could- have happened, had God not seen fit to spare me. I get that, now. I didn't, for a long time.
I think I'm maturing in Christ, and in general. The world is rough on people, especially when you mess up...and I started low status AND I messed up, royally. Ouch. But...
...through it all, God spared me, then I came to believe upon Jesus. Just a bit less than 5 years in, I've been transformed, inside and out. Verna tells me, now and then, "Jesus looks past our flaws and see our needs," and I'm beginning to see that...per usual...she's right.
Thanks.