Christ_empowered
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I just got a check in the mail. $10. Its for "over payment of supervision fees" from probation. 
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[__ Prayer __] yes, it really --is-- over...
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Why not, I get excited to see God's deliverance, and I purposely quit teaching in a Baptist Church when by experience that we receive the Holy Spirit in us the same way the apostles of Acts 10:45-47 heard in the Gentiles. I think a similar thing occurred with Brother Chopper, although I think many of his congregation left instead of him.
No longer was the Holy Spirit just with me, but in me as we read of in Joh 14:17 Even the Spirit of truth; whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth him not, neither knoweth him: but ye know him; for he dwelleth with you, and shall be in you. This ought to bring fire.
And Pentecostal or not we all should be excited for Brother Christ_empowered. 
Christ_empowered
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me again. I appreciate the ongoing support+replies+prayers (of course...).
This is a big deal. I get the sense that its not just probation that's over (early+successfully, by the grace of God), but a whole, long chapter of my life. Squandered youth and the horrible, hellish ride on that Long Black Train...its over now. I'm 32. I'm healthy. I'm normal. I'm smart enough for...life. I even have a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. Not glassy eyed, not dead eyed, not freakishly bright eyes like when I had my Nervous Break Down, age 23...just a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. That's huge (for me...).
Now, life goes on. My mama and dad have warmed up to me. She is talking to me now and then, when she can (she's overworked, so...yeah...there's that....). My dad doesn't talk as much, but he --does-- stuff for me, which I realize now is how good dads do things with their offspring.
--sigh-- Sometimes, when I'm outside, I hear talk of "warrants," "jail," etc. I dunno. I was out on bond awaiting trial for 1 year following my initial arrest and then I pled guilty to the reduced charge and did probation for 3 years, and now that's over (Praise God!). I'm inclined to think that I've been set free. I'm also inclined to think that a lot of people around here are under the impression that because I was an impoverished ("loser," narcissist, junkie, dweeb, "mental patient," etc....), I should "know my place in society," etc., and march off to jail, prison, hospital, etc. when told to do so (and, presumably, ask "for how long?" at some point, also).
But, hey; I realize now...its America. Mess up at 17, that's often the end of it all for you. For me, it was definitely the end of my pre-25, youth years, but...whatever. I was fully expected to be dead by 23, and now I'm 32, and 33 isn't far off at all.
God is good! And, now that The Lord has "put off the old, put on the new" a whole lot with me, I realize: so is my family. Parents are people, too. And my parents are good parents and good people. Unlike a lot of stigmatized people, my (loving, kind, hardworking, long suffering) parents got me that lawyer, so I'm walking away from this hot mess, lesson learned (for realsies).
ugh. Fear of man shall prove to be a snare. True, that. I'm far from perfect, but I am --now-- law-abiding, reasonably respectful to those in authority (and people in general), not crazy immature+self-centered+spewing horrible psychobabble, etc. I've just got to get over people messing with me around here. Its "the real world," and my life is 1,000,000x better, safer, more comfortable, more meaningful than it really "ought" to be, if one thinks about where an existence like mine, pre-Jesus, usually ends up...
OK. I think I'm finished, for now. Thanks again.
This is a big deal. I get the sense that its not just probation that's over (early+successfully, by the grace of God), but a whole, long chapter of my life. Squandered youth and the horrible, hellish ride on that Long Black Train...its over now. I'm 32. I'm healthy. I'm normal. I'm smart enough for...life. I even have a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. Not glassy eyed, not dead eyed, not freakishly bright eyes like when I had my Nervous Break Down, age 23...just a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. That's huge (for me...).
Now, life goes on. My mama and dad have warmed up to me. She is talking to me now and then, when she can (she's overworked, so...yeah...there's that....). My dad doesn't talk as much, but he --does-- stuff for me, which I realize now is how good dads do things with their offspring.
--sigh-- Sometimes, when I'm outside, I hear talk of "warrants," "jail," etc. I dunno. I was out on bond awaiting trial for 1 year following my initial arrest and then I pled guilty to the reduced charge and did probation for 3 years, and now that's over (Praise God!). I'm inclined to think that I've been set free. I'm also inclined to think that a lot of people around here are under the impression that because I was an impoverished ("loser," narcissist, junkie, dweeb, "mental patient," etc....), I should "know my place in society," etc., and march off to jail, prison, hospital, etc. when told to do so (and, presumably, ask "for how long?" at some point, also).
But, hey; I realize now...its America. Mess up at 17, that's often the end of it all for you. For me, it was definitely the end of my pre-25, youth years, but...whatever. I was fully expected to be dead by 23, and now I'm 32, and 33 isn't far off at all.
God is good! And, now that The Lord has "put off the old, put on the new" a whole lot with me, I realize: so is my family. Parents are people, too. And my parents are good parents and good people. Unlike a lot of stigmatized people, my (loving, kind, hardworking, long suffering) parents got me that lawyer, so I'm walking away from this hot mess, lesson learned (for realsies).
ugh. Fear of man shall prove to be a snare. True, that. I'm far from perfect, but I am --now-- law-abiding, reasonably respectful to those in authority (and people in general), not crazy immature+self-centered+spewing horrible psychobabble, etc. I've just got to get over people messing with me around here. Its "the real world," and my life is 1,000,000x better, safer, more comfortable, more meaningful than it really "ought" to be, if one thinks about where an existence like mine, pre-Jesus, usually ends up...
OK. I think I'm finished, for now. Thanks again.
Pegasus
Member
Congrats.me again. I appreciate the ongoing support+replies+prayers (of course...).
This is a big deal. I get the sense that its not just probation that's over (early+successfully, by the grace of God), but a whole, long chapter of my life. Squandered youth and the horrible, hellish ride on that Long Black Train...its over now. I'm 32. I'm healthy. I'm normal. I'm smart enough for...life. I even have a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. Not glassy eyed, not dead eyed, not freakishly bright eyes like when I had my Nervous Break Down, age 23...just a normal, healthy, bright light in my eyes. That's huge (for me...).
Now, life goes on. My mama and dad have warmed up to me. She is talking to me now and then, when she can (she's overworked, so...yeah...there's that....). My dad doesn't talk as much, but he --does-- stuff for me, which I realize now is how good dads do things with their offspring.
--sigh-- Sometimes, when I'm outside, I hear talk of "warrants," "jail," etc. I dunno. I was out on bond awaiting trial for 1 year following my initial arrest and then I pled guilty to the reduced charge and did probation for 3 years, and now that's over (Praise God!). I'm inclined to think that I've been set free. I'm also inclined to think that a lot of people around here are under the impression that because I was an impoverished ("loser," narcissist, junkie, dweeb, "mental patient," etc....), I should "know my place in society," etc., and march off to jail, prison, hospital, etc. when told to do so (and, presumably, ask "for how long?" at some point, also).
But, hey; I realize now...its America. Mess up at 17, that's often the end of it all for you. For me, it was definitely the end of my pre-25, youth years, but...whatever. I was fully expected to be dead by 23, and now I'm 32, and 33 isn't far off at all.
God is good! And, now that The Lord has "put off the old, put on the new" a whole lot with me, I realize: so is my family. Parents are people, too. And my parents are good parents and good people. Unlike a lot of stigmatized people, my (loving, kind, hardworking, long suffering) parents got me that lawyer, so I'm walking away from this hot mess, lesson learned (for realsies).
ugh. Fear of man shall prove to be a snare. True, that. I'm far from perfect, but I am --now-- law-abiding, reasonably respectful to those in authority (and people in general), not crazy immature+self-centered+spewing horrible psychobabble, etc. I've just got to get over people messing with me around here. Its "the real world," and my life is 1,000,000x better, safer, more comfortable, more meaningful than it really "ought" to be, if one thinks about where an existence like mine, pre-Jesus, usually ends up...
OK. I think I'm finished, for now. Thanks again.
Look forward not back. Learn from you past but don't let the past hold you hostage.
AirDancer
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I just got a check in the mail. $10. Its for "over payment of supervision fees" from probation.
Yea!!
(Just don't spend it all in one place, though!)
rpguy
Member
I don't get it.I just got a check in the mail. $10. Its for "over payment of supervision fees" from probation.