What a difference a year and prayer makes!
I am still learning to trust God each morning, each time I feel scared.
I never asked to live with complex PTSD.
I would never wish on another living soul the nightmares, flashbacks, confusion, triggers turned into moments of terror.
But my complex PTSD reminds me I am human and can never do this life without God. It leads me to prayer and the word of God.
He comforts me and calms my wounded heart.
Today, the pain I live with humbles me, and reminds me I am only strong when I allow the Lord to carry me….the hardest truth and love for me to accept.
The pain pushes me to write, so that I may make myself and others aware of the love Jesus offers me, the most precious love of all.
I don’t always understand God’s plan for me, but I am trying to live His way by faith.
I am believing prayer works, and we are never alone.
I choose authentic over perfect.
Perfection is too great a burden to bear.
I am human. I allow myself to make mistakes, and not go into a shame spiral for it.
Admitting I can’t do it all was a hard pill to swallow.
I’m ready to do things God’s way.