I just finished reading half the church. I feel inspired and even more stubborn and courageous and determined. I can make a difference in the world. I want to make a difference. The abuse of weaker people in the world enrages me. Children, women, little boys and girls. And this rage I feel is holy.
When I was little I envisioned myself lifting the mean bad people by their collar, surprising then with my strength and threatening then that if they ever do a bad thing again, they will be severely punished. And I will make sure of it.
Funny how I still feel the same today. I have had the chance to confront people and hold my ground. God is my strength, emotional and physical.
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