Who I am...
This is something I have been struggling with for awhile. Even now as I type, I’m shaking but I know that my fear is trivial in the face of eternity. God is and always will be in control, and every aspect of my life needs to be for him.
I am a sinner. I am also a Christian. God has forgiven me for every despicable thing I have done against his creation and His intentions for me. I have lied, cheated, committed sexual sin, hated, been lazy, justified actions in my own mind, and yet He gave me, me (I am the worst sinner I know), a chance. I am born again. I am new, and I am growing. He has been prompting me to be brave, to be honest, and to bare my soul.
God has a unique plan for everyone, plans I do not know and therefore cannot judge. He has designed a path for everyone, one for growth if you'd so choose. There are only three commands he has of me. Love God. Love your neighbor has yourself. Follow His plan for me. Everyone has a unique relationship with God, and will have different convictions.
I am not an LGBTQ supporter. Sexual sin is sexual sin. Again I’ll reiterate. I have committed sexual sin. Please read Rachael Gilson’s book, Born Again This Way. She loves God deeply, and is still a lesbian. She has brought growth to Gods church (not mans, there is such a difference and I’m sorry so many of you have suffered at the ignorant and self-righteous ways of modern days Pharisees.) She has brought new understanding for my fellow Christians, she has brought hope for my brothers and sisters in the LGBTQ.
I am not Pro-choice. Life is precocious, and I can’t be ignorant and ignore the blatant lies in science being used to commit atrocities and deceive people. Again. I cannot judge, only do what I can to help. I want to foster. I want to adopt. Right now I can’t, but I am doing what I can.
I do not stand for BLM. They are a racist fueled organization that has incited violence and anger. They have done nothing to bring unity to ‘races’. They go against Jesus’ words of kindness and standing together. You will be angry at this, but all lives matter. I will do what I can for those lives that are in need, who cant help themselves. But here. In America. You decide what kind of person you are going to be. You decide what choices you make every day. BLM is being used to further put down the black communities across America, and I would rather give them the tools to rise up than to give handouts furthering their dependency on the system that is so broken.
This one I have been keeping especially quiet about, because of the lash back and wanting to keep my posts political free. I am a Trump supporter. Do not get me wrong. This man is terrible, doesn't always think before he speaks, and as a woman I would hate to be near him. However, most everything you know about him has been specially edited, and taken out of context because the Democratic party does not like his brazen and unpolitically correct nature. I can name three times the media has twisted his words, and one time they lied about something my dad was involved in. I do not trust any mainstream media, they all have an agenda, and I will not be manipulated for it. The man has done great things for this country and I cannot stand with the perverted senile Biden and downright evil Harris. I know God has a plan, but it is do hard to trust right now.
It is hard to be kind all the time. I am human. I get angry and worked up by the base evils and injustices in this world. But that’s just it. We know what is broken, we know what needs fixing. But we cant do it. Human nature is selfish and evil, we all have it. And that is why things will never be perfect. I can only live my life for God, look forward to perfect eternity with him, and pray for Jesus’ return to make things right.
I love you guys, and I am thankful you have followed me for a variety of reasons, but I cant be silent, and the number of followers I have means nothing in the face of doing what is right. I will yearn for what is above, not for the perishable things of the earth (Colossians 3:2).
God bless, I am praying.
