Faith to Cross the World
On That Ship
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The mental suffering, the sting of rejection, and the bow of shame; rooted at times in my turbulent mind, paired with winds of unrecognizable spirits
tormenting in their ways. So deep that it doesn't even hurt. It is so prevalent, that I don't even see it.
It is so probable, I don't even consider it. For that reason, all I do is exist in the now. Where precisely anything could change.
A place full of potential but also a hailing uncertainty. That is why I was deliberately created to live like this, in the now, the present. Fully recieving the Lord's
providence one step at a time. I have never known it any
other way. I have been suspended by God's grace this whole time. I was truly shaped to be comforted by the Holy Spirit as He lifts my soul from the battlefield.
That is all I have. That is all I have to share to anyone. For the Holy Spirit is my only form of operating in this life. He takes me out of lowly places,
out of the seat of this masquerade, as I swing to and from. But it is here where I find my inner being, the solitude that God had designed me.
To praise and love my God, without interruptions or fear. Because my emotional pain is my peace, and the rest is my cross. An experiance such as this can
deeply worry a soul. Yet, Jesus is my only hope in these periods of darkness, until it fades after fervent prayer. For everything in this life is passing.
And that is great reassurance. I feel the hurting pangs slowly disappear as I enjoy the still presence of my Lord who heals all, loves all, and forgives all.
Exactly there is where He will provide. Once I get on that ship to sail, I will be leaving behind all which tried to take me down in the storm, and
hand it over to the one who always sustains me. Jesus Christ.
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About the Author
Where is the line between mental illness and sin? We all know that the seven deadly sins can resemble a mental illness in the form of a fit or rage, addiction, and lack of self control. Then, how do we determine when one is going astray based on a mental diagnosis or is in pure sin? Sometimes there needs to be the darkest of night to see the light. And that light shines brighter than any other. The answer is, in the way we interpret the parables of the lost sheep, the prodigal son, and their relationship with Christ. How Christ always has mercy to save. I have battled manic-depression for twenty years and have only survived because of God's grace and accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. The labels don't matter anymore. There is only peace and validation in Christ. He is my firm founation.
