For the past two weeks, it's been a struggle. I feel that I need to take time and reflect on the decisions I've made. Ima be typing off the top of my head so bare with me please.
Easily distracted and thoughts with their own means of movement. Scatterbrained, forever feeling the pain and invoking whatever power that is needed.
I seek peace.
For even Christ pleased not Himself, but as it is written: “The reproaches of them that reproached Thee fell on Me."
Making decisions that the Elohim would make, that's a big responsibility. Finding that I have to speak what one needs to hear, regardless of the backlash.
Inspiring to find comfort in my own truth and foundation, building from the bottom to the top.
As I write this, I can feel the built up energies dissipate. It's ok to still believe as a pagan.
A series of tests and going through layers of pain. We're we ment to suffer for His sake? It only applies to those that are willing to wield that double edged sword.
Have Faith they said, but to what end?
One breath at a time and spread as much love as possible.
At 32, I seem to finally understand what love really is...
Thank God for that.