Archive | September, 2016

ESSAY-LIKE SUNDAY MORNING: Ultimate Power

24 Sep

God is the Ultimate Source of Power. I plug myself into the Lord’s Universal power to receive energy!!!

The Time Tunnel

The lesson today was marvelously taught by Sister Johnson who inspired some lively discussion today; that is, until we were quieted by the bell of the Sunday School Superintendent. The lesson was entitled, “ULTIMATE POWER”. The Scripture was from the book of Isaiah 40:21-31. The KEY VERSE was verse 28 which reads, “Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom (NIV).

The lesson’s INTRODUCTION told us of the “remnant”—those Israelites who remained after near destruction by conquering armies, some say, as punishment for turning away from God—some even chose to worship powerless idols instead of an OMNIPOTENT—all powerful—God! Lunacy!

Now, they faced imminent judgement. The sad thing is that, this judgement had already been predicted and the people warned but they failed…

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Beauty from Broken Pieces

17 Sep

Isaiah 61:3

New King James Version (NKJV)

3 To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”

Untangled

I don’t hide in the shadows any longer. It was a conscious decision, although at the time I didn’t really know what that meant. My memoir was published a year ago. I went from no one knowing my story to letting the whole world know my story. It’s more than a story, it’s my life, my truth. It’s true that I don’t lay out all the sordid details of my past in my book, and very few people in my life have earned the right to hear all the details, but, I share enough of myself and the resulting struggles I have with PTSD that I’m comfortable with the volume of my voice and that I’m being heard and making some wonderful connections.

I still struggle every day. It’s the way it is for me. Fall is a particularly hard time of year. Now, instead of pretending all is well while feeling…

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My Promise To My Readers

13 Sep

Same here for me. The Triggers and flashbacks are still with me. Just when you think all is well then Boom!!

CynthiaBaileyRug

I’ve noticed an interesting trend with this blog.  When I write about my mistakes, failures or struggles, my blog gains more followers & views.  My recent post about a bad C-PTSD day gained me quite a few more followers & a lot of views.

 

I believe this is because people are tired of people who claim they’ve been completely healed from their past, saying all you have to do is pray & believe, & God will deliver you completely from your past.  People who are completely delivered from their pain are in the minority, yet they are the ones most in the public eye, it seems.

 

The problem with this is it makes people feel like failures.  It sure did me.  I felt like I must not have enough faith or I was praying wrong.  Maybe because my experiences weren’t as bad as some other folks’ God wasn’t…

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My Promise To My Readers

13 Sep

Same here for me. The Triggers and flashbacks are still with me. Just when you think all is well then Boom!!

CynthiaBaileyRug

I’ve noticed an interesting trend with this blog.  When I write about my mistakes, failures or struggles, my blog gains more followers & views.  My recent post about a bad C-PTSD day gained me quite a few more followers & a lot of views.

 

I believe this is because people are tired of people who claim they’ve been completely healed from their past, saying all you have to do is pray & believe, & God will deliver you completely from your past.  People who are completely delivered from their pain are in the minority, yet they are the ones most in the public eye, it seems.

 

The problem with this is it makes people feel like failures.  It sure did me.  I felt like I must not have enough faith or I was praying wrong.  Maybe because my experiences weren’t as bad as some other folks’ God wasn’t…

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