It’s in that final crushing blow to the spirit that you wonder can I get up again? Am I really meant to be free? Would God, Himself say I’m done with her, you should be too? I don’t know, to be honest right now. I’m use to rejection, one more shouldn’t hurt much, oh but it does. We are meant for friendship, fellowship and loving each other, I know this though I do it quite imperfectly. I’m a challenging human being to say the least, I have something called Dissociative Identity Disorder that stemmed from life long abuse, this doesn’t excuse me or my behavior, only help my erraticies make a little more sense.
Can such a person, be chosen by Papa God? I hope and choose to believe so….in Romans 10:13 we read “All who call upon the name of the Lord will be saved” and in in Romans 10:9 that if we ‘confess with our mouths that Jesus is Lord and believe in our hearts that God raised Him from the dead, we will be saved’.
Yes, I believe I belong to Jesus, He’s still mending my broken vessel is all, and helping me trade all the lies poured into me about me and Him and trading them slowly out for the truth