Skip to main content

Hold fast

One of my all time favorite singers is Michael W. Smith. I've listened to him from the age of 18 til...well....now. The results of the elections last night has really made me think about a lot of things. Where my life is and where I am heading it. No one is placing me on the road I am on. I'm doing it to myself. I'm living my life for me and I'm making such a mess of things. I'm not completely unhappy with my life. I'm doing the best I can but keeping my head just above water is not the way to live. To worry constantly about things is not the way to live. To have the fear of breast cancer foremost in my mind is not the way I want to live. I need more. I need something I can hold onto. To see the light at the end of the tunnel. To know that I am loved unconditionally and the only requirement for me to have complete happiness and know that there is so much more for me in life is to give Him my life. He wants nothing more from me but to love Him and know that He will take care of me. It's not difficult. So why did it take a frightening man to become our president elect to make me realize I need to straighten up?

I am not a religious person and I do not see myself ever being religious. Religion and an intimate and personal relationship with God are two completely different things. My relationship with Him needs to be repaired. I have done so much damage to it. What is tough to wrap my mind around is...He doesn't hold that against me. He loves me anyway and accepts me back with open arms. How can I be worthy of that? I'm not. I'm just thankful He looks past everything and forgets it.

There is a song Michael W. Smith sings that I believe every Christian needs to hold onto during this time in American history. It's called "I will be here for you". I truly believe things are going to get bad before they get better. As long as we know that God will not test us beyond what we can handle and keep our eyes upon His light and that He is watching out for us...we will not fall. It's just not taking it into our hands and fouling it up that we need to be careful of. There is a plan...we just need to have faith.

post signature

Popular posts from this blog

Too much...

 There are days I enjoy living my life.  There are days I thoroughly hate it.  Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I almost had a breakdown.  Standing there in the aisle, I had to fight, with everything in me, to not start crying.   Too much has been hitting me this month and I think I'm at the end of my rope.   Beginning of the month, D's new wife sent me a text telling me to lose his number, email and address because I already had my chance with him. I laughed at the absurdity of everything she said in that text as it sounded like something a teenaged girl would write. I haven't wanted that man in almost 20 years, so, she is either highly jealous of his past and any woman he used to be interested in or is extremely insecure with herself and her relationship.  Regardless of her mental state, I told her I was just catching up on life with him, but I will respect her request and not talk to him again.  I've been told she has been married 4...

2004 - 2023

  Twenty years ago, I was a mess. I was belittled and demeaned to the point where I hated myself and would have done anything to hurt those who hurt me. From family to friends to men. I lashed out, created more drama than was necessary and didn't care who I hurt. As long as they were hurt before they hurt me, I justified my words and actions. If someone DID hurt me? God help them. I held nothing back. I'm not proud of who I was. I am ashamed of who I was. I did things I should have never done, and I cannot take any of it back no matter how desperately I wish I could. Today, in 2023, I am someone completely different than who that woman was in 2004. I'm not the unmedicated mentally ill person anymore. I'm getting healthy not only mentally but physically. I'm more successful than I was told I would ever be. I'm not the loser bitch that I was told I was. I'm a good person with an "I have gone through hell" history. I am a woman who struggles with ea...

People who say they love you...

Shouldn't be the very people who hurt you the most.  For me, the worst damage comes from those who said they loved me and they were the people who destroyed me.  And people wonder why I don't believe in love.