It has been a rough couple of days for me. I am dealing with some work problems, that are leaving me feeling disheartened about my job. It’s true, I am starting to long for more, job-wise, but I have been at my job for 5 1/2 years, and I have felt very comfortable there. I am great at my job, and up until recently, I loved working there. I don’t want to be forced into making a move. I don’t handle changes well.
Frankie and I went to church this morning. It is Lent, and the parishioners were asked if they would like to light a candle and say a prayer. I had several prayers in my mind, but I did not want to go light a candle.
I realized that I was angry at God, for letting me feel that my emotions were spiraling, once again. I felt that too many sad, bad things were happening in the world and in my life.
The tears started falling down my cheeks and I could not stop them. And then I found myself praying, asking God to make my tears stop, and then telling Him everything that I wanted to pray about.
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I believe true worship is not demonstrated in the praise of our lips when all is well but through the tears of pain when we turn to Him.
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I’m Christine
My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?
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