Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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The Lord has been good to me. I've read over other peoples' prayers and praise reports, and I see now...The Lord is good to His children. Good to know.
I pray an end to my remaining bondage and oppression. My situation here in my area has gotten a lot better, but...I'm despised. Apparently, people in my neighborhood really need me to know "how people feel about you." Nice.
There's glimmers of hope, light at the end of the tunnel. My mom and I hugged for the first time in 10 years the other day (!!!!). My dad's warming up to me, bit by bit. I get the sense that he just doesn't know what to do with a 31 year old offspring who can't find a job and doesn't work, but is smart enough (now, Praise God!) to do online college. He's worked since age 14, because he had lots of family up north with businesses and such. Plus, everything else in the past...I wasn't a good person, much less a good son, until after Christ saved me.
My mental state has improved dramatically. Its weird...I'm learning to tune out what people around me say, and just tune into what people in my life who actually know me and care say. My Born Again counselor, my Pentecostal friend Verna, my parents...these people know me and their opinions matter. My neighbors, ex-shrinks and ex-counselors, etc....they don't know me, not really, and their opinions are largely self-serving and meaningless.
I don't know what the future holds. I realize now that people like me aren't usually in society. Prison, maybe state mental hospitals, group homes, skid row...you get the picture. Oh, and early death. There's that one, too. But...The Lord saw fit to make me an "exception to the rule," so I get to have a life. I even get to earn a degree.
Sad things is...I may well be "the exception that proves the rule." Things don't work out like this for most people. My life is sometimes difficult...beats being institutionalized. When I leave this area (and I do pray I get to leave this area), they'll find another victim, if they haven't already. "Every small southern town has its victims..."
Truth be told, every community has its victims, in general. And the community that creates victims (criminals, deviants, mental patients) blames the victims. That's just "the way the world works," and people like me--people who have been set free from the "real world"--we make people in and of the world mad. I'm just now starting to see that.
I know there is no Utopia, except for Heaven, but...I do think that there must be a place, somewhere not here, where I can live, especially if I can get the credentials I need to support myself. Or maybe things will calm down around here. Who knows?
Anyway...thanks for reading this far. Please keep me up in prayer.
I pray an end to my remaining bondage and oppression. My situation here in my area has gotten a lot better, but...I'm despised. Apparently, people in my neighborhood really need me to know "how people feel about you." Nice.
There's glimmers of hope, light at the end of the tunnel. My mom and I hugged for the first time in 10 years the other day (!!!!). My dad's warming up to me, bit by bit. I get the sense that he just doesn't know what to do with a 31 year old offspring who can't find a job and doesn't work, but is smart enough (now, Praise God!) to do online college. He's worked since age 14, because he had lots of family up north with businesses and such. Plus, everything else in the past...I wasn't a good person, much less a good son, until after Christ saved me.
My mental state has improved dramatically. Its weird...I'm learning to tune out what people around me say, and just tune into what people in my life who actually know me and care say. My Born Again counselor, my Pentecostal friend Verna, my parents...these people know me and their opinions matter. My neighbors, ex-shrinks and ex-counselors, etc....they don't know me, not really, and their opinions are largely self-serving and meaningless.
I don't know what the future holds. I realize now that people like me aren't usually in society. Prison, maybe state mental hospitals, group homes, skid row...you get the picture. Oh, and early death. There's that one, too. But...The Lord saw fit to make me an "exception to the rule," so I get to have a life. I even get to earn a degree.
Sad things is...I may well be "the exception that proves the rule." Things don't work out like this for most people. My life is sometimes difficult...beats being institutionalized. When I leave this area (and I do pray I get to leave this area), they'll find another victim, if they haven't already. "Every small southern town has its victims..."
Truth be told, every community has its victims, in general. And the community that creates victims (criminals, deviants, mental patients) blames the victims. That's just "the way the world works," and people like me--people who have been set free from the "real world"--we make people in and of the world mad. I'm just now starting to see that.
I know there is no Utopia, except for Heaven, but...I do think that there must be a place, somewhere not here, where I can live, especially if I can get the credentials I need to support myself. Or maybe things will calm down around here. Who knows?
Anyway...thanks for reading this far. Please keep me up in prayer.
