[__ Prayer __] the fun continues...

[Christ_empowered]

so, the neighbors keep yelling now and then about "probation violations" and taunting me with details from my psych records. Fun times. I'm getting better at handling it. It certainly helps that I'm a new creation in Christ Jesus. God's work in my life is what's made the big difference...my people seem to have forgiven me (as much they can, where they are right now), I live in comfort and safety, I have nutritious food to eat and I even get to take supplements...I have my raw intelligence and writing skills back, I'm doing the school thing...good stuff.

Still, it gets to me. I wear my MP3 player (now on my phone, lol) outside to tune them out. Sometimes, they yell loud enough for me to hear in my room, which too loud. Actually...sometimes, they yell loud enough for me to hear through the MP3 player, which is most definitely too loud. I've been praying for a long-ish time now for God to "give me what I need to bear up under what comes my way." He's been good to provide this for me.

And yet...well, I'm prone to paranoia. Meds help tremendously, but its still an issue (although its becoming less and less of one as my treatment continues. I was untreated and out of my mind for a long time, so I guess coming back to reality takes time).

Please pray with me that I stay free and safe. And...also...that eventually people will mellow out towards me. See, I think the real "problem" here is Christ's work in my life, especially my (very recent) recovery from "treatment." I was shocked back to the stone age, and I was never supposed to recover. Now, I'm healthy in all respects and I've recovered...I'm even smart for the first time in over 10 years (!!!).

People are cruel. Its funny, you know...my brain gave out around age 19, I was shocked 1st time age 20, again age 23 (both involuntary). I kept going in part because I had this childish notion of what life would/could/should be, what I could/would/should be. Well, now my life is sort of a coming of age story...this is the real world. :-( Could be worse. I'm blessed to be saved and set free, I'm blessed to be disillusioned and made to grow up, at long last.

Thanks.

 

[Eugene]

Please pray with me that I stay free and safe.

You got it. Continue the good fight of faith.

 

[AirDancer]

When your neighbors are saying things that aren't nice, picture in your mind a plate of scrambled eggs. The more they talk, envision that plate of scrambled eggs having broken pieces of crispy fried bacon on top. If they continue even further, envision your favorite shredded cheeses being sprinkled on top.

No, this isn't supposed to make you hungry. Instead, it is a way of creating a pleasant picture to take your mind from the nonsense being uttered.

Our Lord presents us with such blessings and grace, including scrambled eggs with bacon & cheese. And He would rather we dwell on His wonders than on the darkness that occasionally tries to attack us.

You remain in my prayers, my friend

 

[Angel]

Praying you are filled with peace, surrounded by angels, and wrapped in God's wings.

 

[Angel]

Psalm 37

39 The Lord rescues the godly;
he is their fortress in times of trouble.
40 The Lord helps them,
rescuing them from the wicked.
He saves them,
and they find shelter in him.

 

[Christ_empowered]

Thanks, everyone. I think maybe things are beginning to simmer down (?). I mean, when I was poor and estranged from my parents and all, I was an easy target. Now, my people have "moved up in the world," and they're protecting me. Plus, I'm physically healthy and more mentally stable. I even get to live with my people, which is a huge blessing, considering the situation.

I went to Dunkin Donuts today. Its not in my town; its in a small city nearby. OK, so I went there to the drive thru, and I heard dudes up near the front entrance talking about me. Something about "...just because he's pretty..." and "don't nobody care about him!," stuff like that. I'm thinking...if you don't care, why are you talking about me, when I don't know you? I've heard the same stuff coming from other people in the neighborhood..."nobody cares," etc., but then they make it a point to talk about me. All the time. In the neighborhood, its weird because I assumed that they only talked about me when I could hear, you know...bullying type stuff. The other day, I walked outside and they were in midsentence talking about me, so I guess they really do talk about me. All.The.Time.

Its weird because it reminds me of when I lived in a little college town near here the better part of a decade ago. I was --hated--. I mean, this one girl/young woman, she was in college and also a part time bartender, she'd pick on me and glare at me and make all kindsa comments about me whenever we were in the same room together...and I'd never spoken a single word to her. Not one, ever.

Anyway...please keep praying for me. Please. I get the sense that, eventually, dudes (it seems to be more men than women, or at least the men are more vocal) will find someone else to mess with. I also hope to be out of here when I can get out of here, so hopefully everybody down here will just forget about me...

Ugh!

 

[Eugene]

We've been here and done this, I don't know what else to say, but I do know we're told to pray, and now the ball's in my Father's court & if that don't work, He's a bad shot.

I'm not about to start using the old cross my fingers routine. ed

 

[smaller]

Thanks, everyone. I think maybe things are beginning to simmer down (?). I mean, when I was poor and estranged from my parents and all, I was an easy target. Now, my people have "moved up in the world," and they're protecting me. Plus, I'm physically healthy and more mentally stable. I even get to live with my people, which is a huge blessing, considering the situation.

I went to Dunkin Donuts today. Its not in my town; its in a small city nearby. OK, so I went there to the drive thru, and I heard dudes up near the front entrance talking about me. Something about "...just because he's pretty..." and "don't nobody care about him!," stuff like that. I'm thinking...if you don't care, why are you talking about me, when I don't know you? I've heard the same stuff coming from other people in the neighborhood..."nobody cares," etc., but then they make it a point to talk about me. All the time. In the neighborhood, its weird because I assumed that they only talked about me when I could hear, you know...bullying type stuff. The other day, I walked outside and they were in midsentence talking about me, so I guess they really do talk about me. All.The.Time.

Its weird because it reminds me of when I lived in a little college town near here the better part of a decade ago. I was --hated--. I mean, this one girl/young woman, she was in college and also a part time bartender, she'd pick on me and glare at me and make all kindsa comments about me whenever we were in the same room together...and I'd never spoken a single word to her. Not one, ever.

Anyway...please keep praying for me. Please. I get the sense that, eventually, dudes (it seems to be more men than women, or at least the men are more vocal) will find someone else to mess with. I also hope to be out of here when I can get out of here, so hopefully everybody down here will just forget about me...

Ugh!

My wife and I raised 3 daughters. The earliest lesson we taught them is to be their own persons, and NOT rely on "some guy" to make them a person or to think they were incomplete because of someone else.

I'd say the same thing to anyone about linking who they are to what other people think about them. That will never work out for anyone.

Be you for you and ignore the balance of them. You can not base your feelings or personality on the basis of what others think about you.

When I need real Love, I ask Jesus for same. And get it. No one else can quite fit the bill like He Can.

 

[Christ_empowered]

yeah....true (to both of you). I'll be much happier once I get centered in Christ.