i've been here 10 years now (!). i was a sad, broken creature when I first came here...got saved 8 years ago, so about 2 years here was just running on dogma and such...
now? i dunno. lol. God has certainly dealt with a lot of my bitterness and anger, as I've repented and as He has blessed my parents and me, changed our lives, etc. and...
i started posting here in a rented apartment out of state, basically in exile from my parents. then i was in a cheap apartment in a city near them, in poverty...basically in exile. :-(
got saved. spent 5 years living at home -in my 30s- and now...
by the grace of God, they've been willing and able to provide a modest, but surprisingly comfortable, life for me. Have they forgiven me for...man oh man, I was wretched...everything? is that even truly on the cards? I don't know, honestly.
I've been here with a "Bipolar" label and a "Schizophrenic" label and...blah blah blah...basically, I'm glad that I've been here, because I wasn't even supposed to be alive (or in society) when I started posting, and now...
well, I've been made healthy. I apparently look a good bit younger than 36 years old (of course, people are forever saying "he's 38 years old! no job! welfare! got a laser peel! ugh), and...
yeah. my older, wiser Pentecostal friend will not ever speak to me again, I don't think. am I truly saved? is she? is it a "values" issue? no clue.
on the other hand, a long term unbeliever (since high school) acquaintance literally told me the last time she called that she was "so happy that we're friends." I told her about some stuff that had happened, and how I wasn't hallucinating, but I had no one to talk to about it, and no way to really -do- anything about it, and...
she's in a big metro area, now, so not at all local...but she was actually more compassionate than many church people ever were, truth be told. i mean, she was talking about different forms of therapy and such and I'm thinking...where? and...why? but at least she was trying to deal with me on a person to person basis, complete with our long history, and not dismiss everything right off the bat as "a trick of satan" or "a symptom of illness," etc.
today, at dinner, mama seemed...surly. not being critical, just...she was not in the happiest mood. nice to me, though. anyway, i thought i heard her say, under her breath "he's had a lobotomy. you can tell by his eyes," and...
ugh. Eyes on Christ, and Him Crucified. getting there...