So I’ve gotten to the point were I just don’t want to move I just want to stand still and think about where i’am going to Be in 20 years. I assume … A retirement home ….. If i’am lucky , i’l be dead.
for this reason i remind you to fan into flame the gift of god, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. for the spirit god gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. so do not be ashamed of the testimony about our lord or of me his prisoner. but join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of god, who has saved us and called us to a holy life-not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. this grace was given us in christ jesus before the beginning of time.
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| — | 2timothy1:6-9 |
my world, my life, my soul, and my body have been dragged through the mud over and over again. it seems as though ive had a change of heart and will no longer be my mothers left over trash. instead i’ll be a bad head ache, that cant be treated with pills. i will show her true colors to her world and she will feel my hurt, my pain, my wounds and my confusion. she will be no longer queen of my kingdom….
