Christ_empowered
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It dawned on me today, while I was driving around, picking up some food and such....all the good things come from The Lord, and...this doesn't -have- to be happening. I could be dead and in Hell. I could have gotten a felony. I could be in prison or jail or real, abject poverty, with no way out. I was sick--I apparently had cancer (long story...)--and now I'm healthy. I receive disability for "severe mental illness." Being a "mental patient" is often less than fun, but...things could be -bad- , -terrible- , even, and this...is mild, very mild, in comparison.
My parents and I have largely reconciled. I really was a nightmare. Of course, everyone has reasons for being who and what they are. Guess what? The world could not possibly care less. Plus...Jesus saves...why not me?
Everyone brings grit and grime to The Cross. I see that now. For all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God...
...I was one of the most wretched weaklings imaginable. Now, my "well-to-do" parents keep me housed and clothed, fed and...safe. And I actually, genuinely love them. Really. Disability gives me a little bit of $$$, plus it covers psychiatric treatment, and...
...will ever be able to get a j-o-b? I honestly don't know. When I had cancer and I tried to work, I apparently "p!ssed the shrinks off," so they power tripped and made my life unbearable. Now, to be honest...at times, I'm a bit afraid of a j-o-b. When you work...and your psych records and labels become common knowledge at your work place...that's beyond rough. Factor in severe brain damage and cancer, and...yeah.
Anyway, I Praise God for His infinite mercy, love, compassion, goodness, and straight up pity. I also pray that His perfect will comes to pass in my life.
Thanks.
My parents and I have largely reconciled. I really was a nightmare. Of course, everyone has reasons for being who and what they are. Guess what? The world could not possibly care less. Plus...Jesus saves...why not me?
Everyone brings grit and grime to The Cross. I see that now. For all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God...
...I was one of the most wretched weaklings imaginable. Now, my "well-to-do" parents keep me housed and clothed, fed and...safe. And I actually, genuinely love them. Really. Disability gives me a little bit of $$$, plus it covers psychiatric treatment, and...
...will ever be able to get a j-o-b? I honestly don't know. When I had cancer and I tried to work, I apparently "p!ssed the shrinks off," so they power tripped and made my life unbearable. Now, to be honest...at times, I'm a bit afraid of a j-o-b. When you work...and your psych records and labels become common knowledge at your work place...that's beyond rough. Factor in severe brain damage and cancer, and...yeah.
Anyway, I Praise God for His infinite mercy, love, compassion, goodness, and straight up pity. I also pray that His perfect will comes to pass in my life.
Thanks.