Christ_empowered
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Yeah, its me again, lol.
It just dawned on me...I'm really not who I was. I don't think the same, act the same, talk the same...and its all because of Jesus Christ.
I kept thinking "restoration," "healing," like...like I was going to be made whole, and the whole-ness would look like who I used to be. That's not how things work, at least not in this situation.
For instance: my hair. I Manic Panic-d it, bleached it, all that. Fell out on me, and it wasn't supposed to return. It did return, thicker than ever...and a completely different color. Close to what I used to have naturally, but different enough that its noticeable. Its just not the same hair color.
Along those same lines...yes, there's an element of healing and restoration to my testimony. That's wonderful. There's also a stronger element of transformation, which I sorely needed.
So, yeah...I get to be someone completely different, a new creation in Christ Jesus. And I'm finally growing up. I've grown up a late since getting saved. I think a big part of The Lord's work in my life has been maturation at every level imaginable, so I wouldn't go through life a perma-child.
Back to the title. I take a few meds. But I don't live through my diagnosis anymore, I don't...I dunno...live through my problems. The mental health people I go to now call it "recovery." As good a word as any, I suppose. Recovery was supposed to be impossible for me. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me...
This is a praise report, and a big one. I'm 30 and I'm finally "coming of age." Some of us...don't get to grow up on schedule, you know? But thanks to Jesus first and foremost forgiving my sins (that's a big one for me...I always liked to view myself as the victim, when in fact my sins killed Jesus) and then seeing fit to undo a lot of what I'd done to myself and what the world did to me...I get to grow up. And change.
It just dawned on me...I'm really not who I was. I don't think the same, act the same, talk the same...and its all because of Jesus Christ.
I kept thinking "restoration," "healing," like...like I was going to be made whole, and the whole-ness would look like who I used to be. That's not how things work, at least not in this situation.
For instance: my hair. I Manic Panic-d it, bleached it, all that. Fell out on me, and it wasn't supposed to return. It did return, thicker than ever...and a completely different color. Close to what I used to have naturally, but different enough that its noticeable. Its just not the same hair color.
Along those same lines...yes, there's an element of healing and restoration to my testimony. That's wonderful. There's also a stronger element of transformation, which I sorely needed.
So, yeah...I get to be someone completely different, a new creation in Christ Jesus. And I'm finally growing up. I've grown up a late since getting saved. I think a big part of The Lord's work in my life has been maturation at every level imaginable, so I wouldn't go through life a perma-child.
Back to the title. I take a few meds. But I don't live through my diagnosis anymore, I don't...I dunno...live through my problems. The mental health people I go to now call it "recovery." As good a word as any, I suppose. Recovery was supposed to be impossible for me. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me...
This is a praise report, and a big one. I'm 30 and I'm finally "coming of age." Some of us...don't get to grow up on schedule, you know? But thanks to Jesus first and foremost forgiving my sins (that's a big one for me...I always liked to view myself as the victim, when in fact my sins killed Jesus) and then seeing fit to undo a lot of what I'd done to myself and what the world did to me...I get to grow up. And change.