Christ_empowered
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I post on this all the time. I'm sure most of you who read my posts know my back story, my ongoing struggles, etc. Its like this...I'm tired of hearing my neighbors talk about, laughing at me, etc. I just want some peace. This is a decent part of town, I'm law abiding and minding my own business, and these people...keep...messing with me. Apparently, it was really, really, really important that I "know how we feel about you." Awesome. Small, southern town stuff, I guess. Then again...happens everywhere, I see that now.
I get it now. Homosexual, Rx pill head, electroshocked, "poor white trash", dead by 23 flamers don't matter. I'm now 30, I'm celibate, I'm drug free, I've recovered from the shock, I live with my (thankfully) somewhat affluent people, and I"m not a flamer. Reaction? Not a good one. Jesus saves, but people in the world...their reactions range from "don't care" to straight up anger. Oh well.
They keep throwing stuff up in my face about who I was before, who I "really am." Apparently, I can "never become a man," because I *was* a flamer. My neighbors keep saying: "faggots don't matter." Welcome to the real world. Reality, bites.
Anyway, I've been called out of all that. My yoke is easy, my burden is light. Yes, Jesus has rules, rules I once thought oppressive, many moons ago. This is true freedom. I think I'm going to have to move, once my misdemeanor probation is over. The attorney my dad hired said I could get the conviction expunged per the deal w/ the prosecutor (its amazing what legal representation can do, am I right?). Get off probation, expunge that bad boy, move away, hopefully with a degree from Liberty in hand...
...better late than never. In the meantime, I've got to house sit next week while the 'rents take a lil vacay. I'm kinda nervous. Place to myself, no local friends, surrounded by neighbors who seriously don't care for me. Did I tell y'all that more than once some dude w/ a creepy southern drawl was outside my window (I sleep downstairs), saying stuff about "warrants" and "he's got 6 months to live," blah blah blah? Creepy.
Pray that this all simmers down, please. Please also pray that things go OK while I'm house sitting. I really don't want to be surrounded by these people without my parents around, but I'm fairly certain nothing bad will happen...they'll just keep on talking about "prison," "get ready for prison," "warrants," "when are they going to serve the warrant?," etc. Ugh.
So...yeah. More of the same, but prayer never hurt anybody, now did it?
I get it now. Homosexual, Rx pill head, electroshocked, "poor white trash", dead by 23 flamers don't matter. I'm now 30, I'm celibate, I'm drug free, I've recovered from the shock, I live with my (thankfully) somewhat affluent people, and I"m not a flamer. Reaction? Not a good one. Jesus saves, but people in the world...their reactions range from "don't care" to straight up anger. Oh well.
They keep throwing stuff up in my face about who I was before, who I "really am." Apparently, I can "never become a man," because I *was* a flamer. My neighbors keep saying: "faggots don't matter." Welcome to the real world. Reality, bites.
Anyway, I've been called out of all that. My yoke is easy, my burden is light. Yes, Jesus has rules, rules I once thought oppressive, many moons ago. This is true freedom. I think I'm going to have to move, once my misdemeanor probation is over. The attorney my dad hired said I could get the conviction expunged per the deal w/ the prosecutor (its amazing what legal representation can do, am I right?). Get off probation, expunge that bad boy, move away, hopefully with a degree from Liberty in hand...
...better late than never. In the meantime, I've got to house sit next week while the 'rents take a lil vacay. I'm kinda nervous. Place to myself, no local friends, surrounded by neighbors who seriously don't care for me. Did I tell y'all that more than once some dude w/ a creepy southern drawl was outside my window (I sleep downstairs), saying stuff about "warrants" and "he's got 6 months to live," blah blah blah? Creepy.
Pray that this all simmers down, please. Please also pray that things go OK while I'm house sitting. I really don't want to be surrounded by these people without my parents around, but I'm fairly certain nothing bad will happen...they'll just keep on talking about "prison," "get ready for prison," "warrants," "when are they going to serve the warrant?," etc. Ugh.
So...yeah. More of the same, but prayer never hurt anybody, now did it?