Counting My Blessings
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Genesis
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
April 2, 2013
Needless to say I was irrational, but God used it. I was sitting there crying and frustrated that I was so afraid and couldn't control myself and I couldn't sleep. So what was the answer? Well, my choices were to 1) Take an overdose of sleeping pills and hope that I would die in my sleep and if I did not hope that I would not have the nightmares. (anyone that has had real nightmares will understand why one would go days without sleeping to avoid having them.) 2) I could cut myself to try to relieve the fear and get some control of my emotions. (This however, was no longer as effective as it had once been and was now landing me in hospitals and nut houses.) or 3) I could try this salvation thing that my sister had been stuffing down my throat for the past four years.
I chose three, this was not the first time that I prayed for help through a night, but it was the first time that I prayed for God to deliver me and vowed that I would change if He would just take it all away; and He did. I felt a little calmer, but immediately I was bogged down with a tiny little voice in my conscious saying 'get rid of the books'. I wanted to cry, I did cry, I bawled as I began gathering hundreds of wicked books that I loved and read daily over and over. I stuffed them all in bags and piled them near the door ready to throw them away first thing in the morning. I sat down sure that all was good. But that little voice cam back 'all of them' I sighed and I pulled out my special box, with my most cherished books that I had hidden from my mother because she did not approve of them, they went next to the others. Again I thought I was done when again I heard it 'take them now'.
Now this command was hard for two reasons. First because as long as those books were still in the room with me I could always take it back in the morning when the sun was up and everything was back to normal, second I was terrified of going outside. It was dark and my list of irrational fears included walking outside at night. But I was determined to be free as they all kept preaching would happen. So I swallowed my fear, looked up and said God if anything happens to me this ones on you, and I lugged I believe it was four bags of books to the dumpster at 3:00 in the morning. I cried because I was scared and I just kept praying and thinking this will be over soon and then I can sleep!
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