Sad Days

You know when you got my age of 53 mortality sort of gets put into prospective. Here I am getting ready to head to Shreveport to attend a benefit for one of my high school friends. He has cancer and even with chemo he is going to pass from this earth to be with the… Continue reading Sad Days

Stu’s World LXXXIII

Hey everyone. This has been a rough week for me emotionally. For those in the blogging prayer group I will share a little more than I do here soon but... Let me just ask everyone to pray for Angie. Just put her on your list and don't stop please. Things spiralled after I left last… Continue reading Stu’s World LXXXIII

Stu’s World LXXXII

Hey everyone. Sorry I didn't share anything last weekend. It was sort of a bummer for me. I was trying to go see Angie and nothing panned out😥 I had mentioned to a few people that I had the money saved for a car. I found one. Set everything in motion and bam... It was… Continue reading Stu’s World LXXXII

Friday’s Rock The World: Disciple | Radical

https://youtu.be/93lGFvoucdg Lord let not just our mouth's speak of Your Glory but let our hands speak of it as well! They say that idle hands are the devil's workshop but so are an idle mind and idle faith. Faith without works is dead folks. Get in scripture. Read it! Start memorizing it. The Bible could… Continue reading Friday’s Rock The World: Disciple | Radical

Broken… to do something!

I so thought I had shared James’ testimony prior to starting the Power Of Our Testimony section😥 I shared it on Facebook and not here. I am so sorry everyone!

Every single one of us deal with depression in one way or another over the years. Some have turned to sex and substance abuse as a means to cope. Others have chosen, sadly, to take there own lives.

We are all broken people. But there is hope. James found his hope in Jesus Christ.

I pray you will seek God during your brokenness instead of turning to the world’s way of coping. God heals! God guides! God nurtures! God loves when no one else does!

I AM for You!

I was in my young twenties, and went swimming at a public pool. The lifeguard was cute. But I knew I had no chance with her. You see, I was part of a group for which the pool had been exclusively reserved. We were a group of…
mental patients.

When you’re a mental patient you can get locked up. But after you get out you can getlocked out; locked out of people’s hearts. Sometimes once you reveal your mental illness, everything you do and say is interpreted by others through their lens of mental illness (they don’t seeyouanymore; they see every movie and newscast distortion of mental illness).

For example, you can’t get too upset about injustice, or they get worried about their safety around you. You can’t get too excited and animated, or they say you are agitated and worry about their safety around you. But the worst response…

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