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Me, yet again.
This is a Praise Report (!!!). I find now, only 4 1/2 years after getting genuinely, truly saved (and that by a Miracle), I'm a new creation in Christ Jesus, at all levels. Far from perfect, but...The Lord has seen fit to bless and change me in ways that bring glory to Christ and have made some kind of a meaningful life possible, for me.
Its interesting, because these days...even a lot of religious authorities refer their people over to the psychiatric people. Please, please; don't do it! The "professionals" of Mental Health, Inc. went ouf of their way to break me, destroy me, define me, etc. I'm only now able to break free of all that, and only because of Christ. The way I see it...whoever I was, whatever my problems "really" were...that dude's been dead for 4 1/2 years now. It is no longer I who lives, it is Christ who lives in me. You must die to be born again. True of every Born Again Christian. I just...I just needed it more, or at least more obviously, than many (most?) others, that's all.
So, yeah. I know I've posted on and on about the physical stuff, how now even my IQ level is up to snuff, all that. I mean...its alot easier to be healthy than to be ugly and sick, and life is easier when you're smart than when you're un-smart and obviously brain damaged, but...
I finally, somehow, got to the point where I the Big Deal is God's work in my life. When God saves anyone, does anything for anyone, I think He's saying something, showing people a bit who He is, sans theology and political stuff. So, God saw fit to save a much despised "over the hill flamer" with obvious brain damage, a shady backstory, and...well, nothing going for him/me. The things that aren't, basically.
Now, I may never have a j-o-b, but...oh well. Looking back, I was slated for poverty and/or condemnation from a young age, largely because of social factors, so I mean...at least The Lord has blessed me with my loving, kind, long suffering parents and disability. At this point, a life has a "mental patient from a 'good family' " is proving to be comfortable, safe, and....peaceful. Serene, even.
Mama retired yesterday (that's another Praise Report, btw).The Lord has blessed my parents, too. I think my parents are doing well financially. The state had some kind of special program for some state jobs...if you worked past retirement age, they'd pay your salary and put extra $$$ in a special account w/ all kinds of restrictions on it. She came in on the tail end of that (they phased it out while she was in it), did 3 extra years, and now....well, she's d-o-n-e. Dad's gonna keep working a while longer yet. It took him a while to get up the totem pole and now he's well-compensated, respected, etc., so...yeah. I think he's looking to stick around for a bit.
Basically, The Lord has blessed me and my parents, and I've been changed enough to be thankful. I do get tired of people yelling horrible things at me, etc. etc. etc., but...that pales in comparison to what could be happening, had The Lord not intervened. God is good!
Plus, Mama gets to retire, and its well past time for that. I think she's looking to garden, play with her cats more, and...just...live, for once. Again: God is good!
Thanks.
This is a Praise Report (!!!). I find now, only 4 1/2 years after getting genuinely, truly saved (and that by a Miracle), I'm a new creation in Christ Jesus, at all levels. Far from perfect, but...The Lord has seen fit to bless and change me in ways that bring glory to Christ and have made some kind of a meaningful life possible, for me.
Its interesting, because these days...even a lot of religious authorities refer their people over to the psychiatric people. Please, please; don't do it! The "professionals" of Mental Health, Inc. went ouf of their way to break me, destroy me, define me, etc. I'm only now able to break free of all that, and only because of Christ. The way I see it...whoever I was, whatever my problems "really" were...that dude's been dead for 4 1/2 years now. It is no longer I who lives, it is Christ who lives in me. You must die to be born again. True of every Born Again Christian. I just...I just needed it more, or at least more obviously, than many (most?) others, that's all.
So, yeah. I know I've posted on and on about the physical stuff, how now even my IQ level is up to snuff, all that. I mean...its alot easier to be healthy than to be ugly and sick, and life is easier when you're smart than when you're un-smart and obviously brain damaged, but...
I finally, somehow, got to the point where I the Big Deal is God's work in my life. When God saves anyone, does anything for anyone, I think He's saying something, showing people a bit who He is, sans theology and political stuff. So, God saw fit to save a much despised "over the hill flamer" with obvious brain damage, a shady backstory, and...well, nothing going for him/me. The things that aren't, basically.
Now, I may never have a j-o-b, but...oh well. Looking back, I was slated for poverty and/or condemnation from a young age, largely because of social factors, so I mean...at least The Lord has blessed me with my loving, kind, long suffering parents and disability. At this point, a life has a "mental patient from a 'good family' " is proving to be comfortable, safe, and....peaceful. Serene, even.
Mama retired yesterday (that's another Praise Report, btw).The Lord has blessed my parents, too. I think my parents are doing well financially. The state had some kind of special program for some state jobs...if you worked past retirement age, they'd pay your salary and put extra $$$ in a special account w/ all kinds of restrictions on it. She came in on the tail end of that (they phased it out while she was in it), did 3 extra years, and now....well, she's d-o-n-e. Dad's gonna keep working a while longer yet. It took him a while to get up the totem pole and now he's well-compensated, respected, etc., so...yeah. I think he's looking to stick around for a bit.
Basically, The Lord has blessed me and my parents, and I've been changed enough to be thankful. I do get tired of people yelling horrible things at me, etc. etc. etc., but...that pales in comparison to what could be happening, had The Lord not intervened. God is good!
Plus, Mama gets to retire, and its well past time for that. I think she's looking to garden, play with her cats more, and...just...live, for once. Again: God is good!
Thanks.
