Sometimes - sadness falls over me like a blanket. Not depression or discouragement like days gone by - but sadness, nonetheless. To watch how people treat one another . . . I saw it today - in Walmart . . . a guy who actually used plastic bags to pick up his change following a purchase, once it was touched by the cashier, a woman of another race. Sadness. Seeing people enraged over the smallest of things . . . . their normal seats on a pew, unknowingly taken by someone else. Critical religious spirits. Today - I watched a dude in a public place, as he made eye contact with me, back up, take a side door and do everything possible to avoid me. From everything I know by way of mutual friends - he doesnt approve of my style or theology. The idea that I made an attempt on my own life a few years back and that God rescued me me from myself, healed me, and completely reinvented my life, is too much for him to accept. Just way over the line. Beyond that . . . . . I wear the wrong type of clothing and play the wrong style of music for God to possibly be pleased with me. People who judge your heart simply because you do not conform to their style. People who are brutally critical about things which they cant relate to. Sadness. Not depression . . . . but its just sad. That is when God reminds me His joy is my strength and peace that only His children can truly know. To put on the garments of praise for a spirit of heaviness. Once upon a time, I allowed the judgments and criticism from religious people to steal my joy and take my life . . . . but now after God has healed, cleansed, reinvented and refocused my life . . . . . . . . I refuse to allow silly people to drag me down again. Still . . . . . it is pathetically sad how our culture is choking itself to death on the trivial. I choose joy and freedom. Companionship with God, rather than striving to make people love me. Sadness may last for the night . . . . but joy comes in the morning. peace to all. e
Posted on: Mon, 05 May 2014 04:49:53 +0000