Christ_empowered
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So, I'm learning how to do that. And I contend with bullies everyday, in my neighborhood. They keep on screaming about "federal prison," "he's too uppity," etc.
So, I prayed that God would give me "what I need to bear up under what comes my way," and He came through for me! I put on my MP3 player and ignore the noises. No big deal.
At this point, I get it, finally...I was wretched. I get that. Not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. I'm now 30. My people have forgiven me for wasting their money (and my life, before Christ intervened). I'm "putting off the old and putting on the new," thank God.
A lot of this is just growing up. Better late than never. I didn't get to grow up on time before. Part circumstances beyond my control, part personal sin, part just stuff that happens in a fallen world when you're a "weakling."
Thankfully for me...The One True Living God heard my prayers and pleas, and now I'm...increasingly...normal. Its amazing. But my progress really angers people around here. I'm not the only one. I read that, in the 70s, lots of former mental hospital patients had a really, really rough go of things. I imagine that in states where they stil have and use mental hospitals (not my state, that's for sure), similar things *still* happen. It seems to me that being "mentally ill" is as much a social role as an actual condition. Like, I could be tolerated when I "knew my place," you know? But then..God woke me up, I got saved, and, a bit less than 2 years later...wow. One of the most hopeless, sad cases is now "in recovery."
So, I prayed that God would give me "what I need to bear up under what comes my way," and He came through for me! I put on my MP3 player and ignore the noises. No big deal.
At this point, I get it, finally...I was wretched. I get that. Not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. I'm now 30. My people have forgiven me for wasting their money (and my life, before Christ intervened). I'm "putting off the old and putting on the new," thank God.
A lot of this is just growing up. Better late than never. I didn't get to grow up on time before. Part circumstances beyond my control, part personal sin, part just stuff that happens in a fallen world when you're a "weakling."
Thankfully for me...The One True Living God heard my prayers and pleas, and now I'm...increasingly...normal. Its amazing. But my progress really angers people around here. I'm not the only one. I read that, in the 70s, lots of former mental hospital patients had a really, really rough go of things. I imagine that in states where they stil have and use mental hospitals (not my state, that's for sure), similar things *still* happen. It seems to me that being "mentally ill" is as much a social role as an actual condition. Like, I could be tolerated when I "knew my place," you know? But then..God woke me up, I got saved, and, a bit less than 2 years later...wow. One of the most hopeless, sad cases is now "in recovery."