Maybe this small book can help me find my life! My story of a broken childhood — your friend in Jesus forever. Bless you. Larry Dean
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
These things either draw us toward God...or embitter us and we wonder away from Him! Let us pray together...and Call upon the Name of the Lord!
I have lain in the dark, snuggled deep within the quilt of unfathomable doubts. Pondered my existence and the whys and what’s. Felt Darkness stroke my hair and with a silent temptation — gesture me to drink.
“Do it my son.” He whispers, this invisible ugly old thing, which stalks my semi conscious states, pointing with his bony hands. “Drink and release yourself!”
In my dreams when the horrors come nightly, I pray for Archangel Michael and Jesus.
Do not feel sorry for me, God is carrying me within soft hands – leading me back into the Light, to that huge table where we can speak once again — forever when it’s my time.
Love will come for me when she’s ready. A beautiful woman to hold my hand in the darkness of night, someone to hold me tight as I cry myself to sleep, someone to stroke my hair and love me like my mother never could. Someone to replace the pain with happiness: someone for me to love.
Maybe this small book can help me find my life!
My story of a broken childhood — your friend in Jesus forever.