Life As A Christian

[Rollo Tamasi]

I live in an old beat up mobile home.
I drive an old beat up car.
We have old beat up furniture.
We live in an old beat up neighborhood.

But you know what?
We are happy!
We are happy with what God gives us.
We are happy with our neighbors.
We are happy with our church family.
We are happy that God provides for us richly every day of our lives.

To us, we are rich!
We have everything!
Most importantly, we have Jesus!

Most of you probably couldn't live where we live, it would not be imaginable.
But to us, God put us here and no place could be better.
Amen!

 

[Willie T]

I'm glad you're happy. I am too.

 

[Christ_empowered]

The only reason I'm not living on the streets is my parents. I live comfortably, more comfortably than I ought to, and I count my blessings.

My own happiness (perhaps joy) is growing, despite adversity. God is good!

 

[iLOVE]

Coming very soon...

"Those who are last now will be first then, and those who are first will be last.”

For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.

 

[DarkWalker]

Life as a Christian for me means I wake up with either racing thoughts or what I call "mental mud," where I can't find a thought to hold onto. Sometimes it's a mix. My feet hurt. My shoulders hurt. Sometimes I have accidents in bed because of my PTSD and/or spina bifida. Sometimes I'm drenched in sweat because of the nightmares. I take a shower and get dressed, then take my medication. I try to eat something, which usually gives me an upset stomach that includes a sharp gastrointestinal pain. I try to keep my agitation and stress level down, but usually between breakfast and lunch I have to do some breathing exercises. Lunch gives me similar pains as breakfast, and I have to take my medication again. The afternoon usually brings work I find physically painful and mentally taxing, increasing my stress levels. I try to keep dinner down in spite of the pain, and I take my medication, including my nightmare meds and sleep aid, before bed.

Despite all of this, I wake up breathing. I am alive. I am able to live under a roof for no rent, drive a car for minimal cost, and work at a gift God has given me. I'm able to meet people like you all here, and get along with most of you. In short, my feet hurt, but I'm still on 'em. It'll take a heck of a lot more for life and pain to push me to my knees. Life as a Christian, for me, means knowing that God is not a crutch; He is a life support system. Without him, I know exactly where I'd be, and I much prefer where I'm at.