While I was growing up, witchcraft ("white witchcraft" - like Glenda the Good in Oz), esp, spells, telekinesis, out of body experience, and more were common terms used in our household and those of our extended family.
As you can tell, I wasn't raised as a Christian in the true sense of the word. I was raised in what is called "Christian Metaphysics," which in all actuality is an oxymoron.
Although I was taught about Jesus and God, I was not taught their true nature. I was taught They were constantly scrutinizing and waiting for every failure. That I would be punished ten-fold for every little thing I did wrong. I didn't know about the forgiveness granted to us by Christ's death. I lived until I was in my forties believing I was doomed to hell because I kept failing God. With pressure like that, it is no wonder I tried to commit suicide several times.
Old habits die hard. Even after I had learned about the love and forgiveness of God's nature, what I had been raised with kept rearing it's ugly head, keeping me down on myself and feeling unworthy.
Sadly, it took the sudden death of my 23 year old son, Christopher for me to finally learn the true power and love of God. I was so distraught, all I could think of was the horrible way Christopher died and ways I wanted to end my life. I didn't fear dying or even going to hell for suicide. The love and compassion for my younger son, Jon, and my husband were the only things that kept me alive. I couldn't add to their pain by adding my own death onto their shoulders.
I was so angry at God one night I screamed at Him, "You promised you would never give more than I could bear! But You lied! You gave me way more! I give it all back to you! I don't want any of it anymore!" I pictured in my mind being struck down for my insolence, but I didn't care.
The very next day I received a message from my father's sister, both of whom I had been searching for for 30 years. She found me by "accident" and I found her message on a website I hadn't been on in over a year by "accident." Some say it is purely coincidence. But the timing was just to perfect and proved to me it was a gift from God. A salve for cover some of the pain I was experiencing.
After that day, I have wanted nothing as much as I have wanted to learn the true Word of God and to share it with whomever I can.
In this blog, I use the New King James Version of the Bible. It is simply personal preference. I do not believe it is better or worse than any other version. Feel free to use which ever version you prefer, but keep in mind, not all versions say the exact thing and often can be interpreted differently. I also use a lot of direct scripture to back up what I say.
I hope you find some knowledge, encouragement, and or hope in what I write.
God Bless!
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