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lynnehelen
Guest
An issue underlying all these family problems I have been posting about has been my physical health. Thanks to the help of a blessed female and also Christian physician, I suddenly have help with a deeply personal physical problem which has left me desperately indisposed almost all of the time–hard to believe, but true, you can’t imagine–since 2003. Because of it I have been irrational and upset and anxious almost all of the time and, because of my psych history and other, also deeply personal, physical injuries, everybody just got so sick of me, including my husband, and the police, that I was knee-jerk “Baker-Acted” (committed to a psych ward–taken away in handcuffs) over and over.
I feel like I am seeing the light of day for the first time I can remember. The cure may wear out and something else will need to be found, but I trust in the Lord’s will for me. Through this problem I learned humility. I prayed in the most secret of secret places in the house, in desperation and trust, often unanswered, and then I began to pray in my room, and learned to pray non-stop, turning constantly to the Bible, over my whole situation–for justice. Now I question that and pray for others, for mercy, and confess and repent of my MANY grave sins.
My only regret today, despite flare-up last night with son and husband, mother in the wings, is that I can’t go to church.
I found time to Praise and Love the Lord as I waited for a Norton download to progress, in all this chaos I am happy simply to have physical and emotional peace as the situation was resolved for the day by my son’s going to trusted friends to stay AWAY from presently maniacal husband and deranged mother.
Husband will return to work out of town for the week, I think, and has moved most of his belongings from the home, although he does return at times and it is always desperately tense until he goes again.
For the longest time I observered 10-11 as a time of prayer and worship at home, I have a crucifix on the wall in my room, and I listen to the mass on the radio, but it is frustrating and also not Biblical to worship alone.
I pray that my physical recovery continues and that an amelioration of the situation for everybody comes along with it according to the love and peace of Jesus.
I feel like I am seeing the light of day for the first time I can remember. The cure may wear out and something else will need to be found, but I trust in the Lord’s will for me. Through this problem I learned humility. I prayed in the most secret of secret places in the house, in desperation and trust, often unanswered, and then I began to pray in my room, and learned to pray non-stop, turning constantly to the Bible, over my whole situation–for justice. Now I question that and pray for others, for mercy, and confess and repent of my MANY grave sins.
My only regret today, despite flare-up last night with son and husband, mother in the wings, is that I can’t go to church.
I found time to Praise and Love the Lord as I waited for a Norton download to progress, in all this chaos I am happy simply to have physical and emotional peace as the situation was resolved for the day by my son’s going to trusted friends to stay AWAY from presently maniacal husband and deranged mother.
Husband will return to work out of town for the week, I think, and has moved most of his belongings from the home, although he does return at times and it is always desperately tense until he goes again.
For the longest time I observered 10-11 as a time of prayer and worship at home, I have a crucifix on the wall in my room, and I listen to the mass on the radio, but it is frustrating and also not Biblical to worship alone.
I pray that my physical recovery continues and that an amelioration of the situation for everybody comes along with it according to the love and peace of Jesus.