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lynnehelen
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I declined an invitation from my parents to dine with them Saturday night. My son stays with them. They already knew I wouldn’t come Sunday, as their Easter might as well be Satanic–roast pork loin–the same every year since I was a chld–and no mention of Jesus. Easter was a terrible day in my childhood.
For certain reasons I am experiencing confsion and despair in my heart, mind, and body–I have posted here about my physical, mental, and emotional condition, the product of physical damage and falling into the cracks of the psychiatric system, never to return.
I just don’t understand my life, I have real faith even though I don’t attent church, I am afraid to go into people’s houses–terrified–and that includes even Jesus’s–there are people there who have evil in them as well as good and nowhere can I find understanding.
I feel so lost. I am staying at home (yesterday, today, and tomorrow) to spend a prayerful Easter. I am safe. I am provided for. I trust in the Lord. But I’m crying.
Please pray for me.
For certain reasons I am experiencing confsion and despair in my heart, mind, and body–I have posted here about my physical, mental, and emotional condition, the product of physical damage and falling into the cracks of the psychiatric system, never to return.
I just don’t understand my life, I have real faith even though I don’t attent church, I am afraid to go into people’s houses–terrified–and that includes even Jesus’s–there are people there who have evil in them as well as good and nowhere can I find understanding.
I feel so lost. I am staying at home (yesterday, today, and tomorrow) to spend a prayerful Easter. I am safe. I am provided for. I trust in the Lord. But I’m crying.
Please pray for me.
