Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I am a whore

I don't know how the pastor of your church introduces his sermon on Sunday but this song was how ours introduced his sermon this week.
I was introduced to this song by my daughter so I was familiar with it; a good half of the congregation were not; I could tell by the looks on their faces. Some of them had looks revulsion or anger at the crude words. But overall the reaction was one of pure repentance as one by one we saw ourselves as we truly are.
I cried all the way through the song as note by note conviction tore me apart until I was, once again, seeing myself in perspective. I forget so easily what Jesus' death
rescues me from every day that I let Him. So often I find myself talking about some one like I am better than they are or some such foolishness. But I am not, I am a whore and I need God's mercy and forgiveness; I need Jesus blood every second of every day.

This Blog Is

Like any refugee, I long for a new home to call my own, but my "homeland" of depression has a strong hold and sometimes I find myself teetering on the, nay slipping down, the edge of that awful pit God has brought me out of.

This blog is a way for me to work on the discipline of writing, and to voice my thoughts on my life and experiences on my journey to better health; mentally, physically and spiritually