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Jullianna
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We all have struggles. We all have weaknesses. We all have issues to be dealt with. Mine is PTSD. Something a lot of people deal with for various reasons.
I've always been a scrapper. Feisty. Bold. Yet...somehow quiet in spirit. Odd combo, I know. But some of us wouldn't know "normal" if it punched us in the face.
Being a scrapper and my understanding of some of the scriptures like "fight the good fight", etc. led me to believe that I had to rage against the thing. I've been so wrong. I've been doing it wrong. That's why I've kept falling on my face.
God did not call me to rage against anything. He called me to stand. To believe. To trust. To rest. To wait. To wait on HIM, not myself. Not to FIGHT, but to surrender. Not to the thoughts that seek to damage me, but to His still small voice...if I will stop floundering and listen. And let Him do what He does best - healing love.
I've always been a scrapper. Feisty. Bold. Yet...somehow quiet in spirit. Odd combo, I know. But some of us wouldn't know "normal" if it punched us in the face.
Being a scrapper and my understanding of some of the scriptures like "fight the good fight", etc. led me to believe that I had to rage against the thing. I've been so wrong. I've been doing it wrong. That's why I've kept falling on my face.
God did not call me to rage against anything. He called me to stand. To believe. To trust. To rest. To wait. To wait on HIM, not myself. Not to FIGHT, but to surrender. Not to the thoughts that seek to damage me, but to His still small voice...if I will stop floundering and listen. And let Him do what He does best - healing love.