You know what shook me when I was Muslim?
The story of Hosea. God tells a prophet to marry a woman He knows will betray him.
She does. She runs to other men. She ends up enslaved, sold, used up, worthless to the world.
And God tells Hosea to go BUY HER BACK.
To pay money for his own wife who cheated on him, and love her again. Hosea 3.
I thought it was the most humiliating command in the Bible. Why would any man do that?
Then I realized I was the wife.
I gave my heart to everything but God. I chased other masters. I sold myself cheap. I made myself worthless.
And God looked at me, the betrayer, and didn’t say “you’re not worth it.”
He said, “Name the price. I’m buying her back.”
That’s the Gospel. God doesn’t wait for the unfaithful to come crawling back clean.
He pays to redeem them while they’re still dirty.
Islam told me to make myself worthy of God.
Hosea showed me a God who pays to redeem the unworthy.
The cross was Him naming the price.
Praise the Lord.
BPD is actually a really sad mental health condition when you think about it. Like a person was put through so much trauma, abuse, neglect, instability, etc., that it literally altered the brain to make a person feel like they are never safe. I feel like my nervous system will always be broken.
i flirt but in an autistic way. i'll ask about your interests and maybe try to engage in them. but i also do the same thing when making friends and only i know the difference
You are literally standing on a planet that grows peaches.
PEACHES.
Not to mention cucumbers, strawberries, kale, apples, blueberries, and DRAGONFRUIT.
Out of dirt.
I cannot stress this enough.
DIRT.
I told my therapist that I let some things slide that bother me to "keep the peace" and he told me "that sounds nice, but you're keeping the peace around you...what about the peace in you"
Now I just been saying whatever is on my mind.
I was asked, 'who is your best friend?' I don't know. I don't use language like that anymore. It doesn't fit. I have friends that hold the keys to different doors of my personality. And some open my heart. Some my laughter. Some my sin. Some my inner child