I want to take a moment and thank all of you who commented on the post Full Disclosure. Each and every one of your words have touched my heart. I had to stop and thank God. That type of unity in Christ’s love is what causes the devil to tremble in fear.
Words have immense power. Words of criticism lead to insecurity. Whereas words of encouragement reinforce our faith.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. (Proverbs 16:24)
When I began this spiritual journey, I thought most opposition would come from non-Christians. Atheists, particularly. That’s not the case. The biggest challenges came from Christians with strict doctrine. Those who say “in love” things like:
- You have no business speaking Christ’s name.
- You need to stop doing this and that right now. No wonder you had rough experiences.
It takes a lot to get me rattled. I love scary movies and storms… But not Irma.
Things are crazy here in South Georgia. I went to Winn-Dixie for some bottled water and they’re sold out. So are the Walmarts. Same for gasoline at the gas stations.
It’s like this in most counties in South Georgia. This is some Mad Max shit. Where water and fuel got people losing their minds.
The Governor of Georgia announced we are in a state of emergency.
Lord, help us all.
Harvey was bad. Irma is worse.
Not because of the potential damage she could cause Georgia. But because now there’s a murmur of panic in my quiet little city. Like being in a room full of propane and praying no one lights a match.
For those who aren’t affected by any hurricane, be grateful, cuz
Usually this time of year, I feel super sad and guilty about Christ’s death. Even the resurrection isn’t enough to round the rough edges of shame.
A little background on yours truly: I always envisioned myself as something of a bad ass. ‘Bout that life.
Real as the Streets, so to speak.
Being a stone cold bitch with deep pockets and shallow emotions was the route I was tryna go. But that wasn’t bad assery, that was cowardice.
I type these words with the heaviest of hearts.
My deepest fear realized.
I am at a breaking point in my faith. Of that I am certain.
I don’t know how much longer I can believe in a God who allows such intense misery and unbearable agony befall those whom He loves.
I’ve read the Bible, study it regularly, pray daily, go to Church, and try to live as good as I can.