• Christ: Our Living Sacrifice

    When I lived for the occult, my pain was always greater than my joy. I lived in urgent expectancy of punishment, discipline, and death on a daily basis. There was no such thing as grace or mercy unless you fully obeyed, and even then the only mercy I received was temporary relief from the torment I was under. Every decision I was used to making was under duress because my only option was worship Lucifer or die. How can anyone, let alone a child, make a free will decision in those dire circumstances? Yet still, the more power they offered…

  • Living With Dissociative Disorder

    Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder is something I have lived with my entire life, I just didn’t know it. I remember being a child and seeing Sybil on Oprah one day. The thought of having a bunch of different people living inside one body scared me immensely. She would just switch from one personality to another, each personality very distinct from another. To me, that was what crazy looked like. I have never had any reason to believe I have Dissociative Disorder. I have never seen anything even remotely resembling Sybil in myself, and I never even really…

  • Hearing The Voice Of God

    Hearing the voice of God is something that I think everyone struggles with at one point or another. For some it may seem like a distant promise that can’t really take root in their lives, for others it may be a very real part of their lives. I know I have struggled with this very issue myself, many times. According to scripture, everyone has the ability to hear the voice of God. We see this reflected in many verses in both the Old and New Testaments. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. John…

  • From Surviving To Thriving

    For most of my life I have been just trying to survive. It’s like hanging on to the backĀ of a speedboat that is cruising through the lake at 50 mph. Surviving is something that takes place of true living. You hunker down and wait for the storm to pass, except that it never really does. So you just keep hanging on as tight as you can, and hope that you make it through to the end. At some point in time I got tired of surviving. I didn’t want to just survive life anymore. I wanted to be more than…