Well guys! Here it is! My testimony, or His testimony in my life! It is quite long...sorry...but I've divided it up in sections so hopefully it will make it easier to read. I hope that you will see Him fully reflected in this and that what ever ounce of me resides will be taken out I know this is long in coming, but I hope you enjoy.... Lord Father, this testimony is truly a testimony of You…it is not about me… What a deep and beautiful gift to be intimately known by the Creator of the Universe…let me share a narrative with you, a true love story if you will…let me share with you the moment the Lover of my soul captured my heart leaving me forever changed. I was born August 27, 1980 in Rome Georgia. I grew up Southern Baptist with a caring Mom and Dad and two amazing younger sisters that mean more to me than words can express. I was a very awkward child and struggled in my formative years with very low self-esteem and lack of self identity! Since I can’t take you through every sing...
I'm doing this is dark purple...oh yeah, cause I'm cool like that. I have so much running through my head right now that "Rantings of a Mad Woman" is the ONLY way I can share what I'm thinking. I have no idea where this post is going, but just please bear with me as I try to get through it. I spent the evening with Kat...sorry Gayla we forgot our cameras...next time! You know what she told me...that I'm INSINCERE...now before you go getting all bent out of shape it wasn't anything like a comfortation, in fact it was the most loving and truthful display of love and honesty that I've experienced in my life in a long time. She was just like Melissa when I first met you I felt like you got bored with me and the situation around you and I felt you were insincere in some of your actions. Well, she didn't know because I hadn't shared with her that this is one of the biggest things I've been struggling with in my Christian walk as of late...living ...
She clutched nothingness by the jugular while her meager vessel cut through the shimmering glass of this placid sea. Pouring out memories of reindeer hooves, campfire songs, chilly night swims, delicious sunsets, the kiss of a sunrise, and the unexplored passion of a first kiss she attempted to stay afloat above the throe. Her leaking paper cup wasn’t fast enough; spilling more back into the shell than desired, working feverishly she didn’t even notice the shore or the silhouette…a man reaching…reaching for her… I’ve been dealing with the lack of feeling lately. That is the best way to describe it. My safe harbor is my mind, which incidentally is also a war torn land where great battles are fought and often lost. However, I have found a safe haven amongst the mortar blasts, debris, death, and devastation…a comfortable sort of numb that allows me to contend with my hallow dreams and broken heart. Like a cracked vessel that stands in front of the light she is to reflect rather than turni...
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