This blog is supposed to be about different aspects of my life and mental health journey. Lately I’ve been stuck in the quick sand of one disappointment after another. Trying desperately to grab ahold of my faith and pull myself up. It’s been raining here constantly it seems for a week, mirroring what I feel. I’ve cried as much as the rain has fallen and it has flooded in my town. I’ve been reminded on this journey the prayers I prayed long ago, and still repeating have already been answered. My faith is not in what I can see, but what I cannot. When Joyce Myers said the battlefield is in the mind, she was not lying. My emotions take over and my mind wants to wallow in depression and doubt, but my soul refuses to shut down and dwell there. It’s the part of me that knows this too shall pass, victory is just over the hill; with tears in my eyes I keep walking towards it. Life can change on you in an instant, without any notice, being unprepared for the pitfalls can take you completely out of the game.
My faith has been challenged, yet still remains to be the light in the darkness that guides me through troubled waters. I believe when your so close to a break through, that’s when everything collapses in on you. It’s in these moments we discover who we really are underneath our feelings. I’m a fighter, the blood, scars and dirt underneath my nails are proof of it. I’m climbing my way out from underneath this rubble.
God gave me a vision, a promise of redemption and prosperity. I am not giving up in my moments of weakness. Spiritual warfare is real, at some point you have to make a choice to listen to the voice of God within you, or the devils in your ear whispering to you.
Author Christy Angelette 