About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

How God Sees Me

Have you ever worked for two people who are as different as day is from night?  I did.  At first I thought I could do it because they were so different.  As it turns out, their differences burned me out.

Don't get me wrong.  I grew to respect each of these doctors the more I got to know them.  But then, over a short period of time, I lost my respect for them.  I guess you could say my imperfection got judged.

It's hard to explain to someone the intricacies of a software program when they do not posses that type of thinking.  It's no fault of theirs.  I don't posses the type of thinking needed for being a doctor.

What was hard is when questions would arise.  Seemingly simple questions that to them were signs of incompetency.  Signs to me that a simple error was made and would be easily caught.  Very different perspectives.

I bring this up because I am reminded of how a situation can look from multiple viewpoints.  One person sees huge error; second person sees no double checking; third person sees built in safety check.

I'm reminded of how God sees me when someone else sees a failure.

God sees an overcomer.
God sees a survivor.
God sees a tender heart.
God sees an obedient child.
God sees a follower.

No matter what anyone else thinks of me, what God thinks of me is all that matters.  And what about those two doctors?  I hope they've asked Jesus into their heart to forgive their sins so that their eternities are sealed in Heaven.  I want them to have the peace that passes beyond all understanding.

To be forever loved.