God says to me, “Don’t ever trust him.” Like am I in danger of that?
“Ever,” HE says.
Distractions, sure, but what’s important to you?
I'm not supposed to talk to him but it’s kinda hard when something is in your head. Like, Lord, excuse me for eavesdropping. I just happened to be walking past my brain and butted into the conversation.
As always, God always says the right thing. HE says my privacy has been invaded – and that calling HIM God seems pretty cold.
11:22 am
Out jogging - got chased by yet another small dog. Lived in this area on and off for almost 15 years and never chased by a dog, never had encounters with a dog. Now after God told me about dogs, here we go. Now the big dogs are barking. The Lord told me to put the pistol on my belly. It’s easier to reach. More comfortable to wear.
God cut my time from ten weeks to four.
I’m overwhelmed. They take really good care of me.
“Let’s face it. You left me alone,” it says.
I don’t think I did. Whatever I did, I did on my own. But then the Lord came to help me repent.
I didn’t actually get raped – not to me. Physically I mean, but sometimes my mental feels real effed up. Hurts a little. Embarrassed.
He's worse than a pest.