I felt like a wounded animal that someone had kicked in the head. Back in my cell, I dropped onto my bed and closed my eyes. Pain throbbed from a place so deep that I couldn’t feel it most days. Being in prison had left me feeling vulnerable – a dangerous situation where my family was concerned. I’d allowed hope to open emotions that I had locked away.
I thought back to the worst injury I’d suffered riding rodeos. I’d been bucked off but my boot got stuck in the stirrup and I couldn’t get my foot out. I still remembered the pain and the snap of a broken bone. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire.This pain was worse.There was no drug to stop it.No cast to help it heal.It continued to fester, the way it had for years.
Nothing on earth hurt like the pain of being rejected by my parents. As a child, I’d been bewildered, the pain debilitating. I assumed that when I grew up, it would disappear. But that didn’t happen. It festered like a boil.Growing up without love made me hard and angry. I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t aware of that anger simmering just beneath the surface of my emotions – ready to explode at any time.
MY MISSION IS NOT TO CONVINCE YOU, ONLY TO INFORM…
Evil men don’t understand the importance of justice, but those who follow the Lord are much concerned about it. ~ Proverbs 28:5
Jesus come quick, there is nothing left in society that’s sacred….
It is impossible to find anyone in the Bible who was a power for God who did not have enemies and was not hated.
Evil Exists So Spiritual Warfare Becomes Necessary!