I have been called Radical, and I kind of surprised myself, and answered, Yes, I am a Radical I am!
I am RADICAL about my love for my God, my country,my family, and my friends, and I will FIGHT with all I have to try and “protect” and “save” them all from the demons in power!! I am Radical about my love for America and I will FIGHT for her, and I will honor my ancestors by not sitting back and allowing the demons to completely destroy our beloved nation!
I have always been a Rebel, and I have been proud of it. I never wanted to go along with the clique’s, and I have always followed my own path and traveled to the “beat of my own drum”. I am unique. I never give up, when I know that it is God’s will.
I never knew that I was a Radical. I guess that I am. There are a lot worse things to be. Someone who has never failed, must never have tried or done anything. I have failed many, many times in my sixty two years of life.
Definition of Radical:
Simple Definition of radical
: very new and different from what is traditional or ordinary
: very basic and important
: having extreme political or social views that are not shared by most people
Examples of radical in a sentence
The computer has introduced radical innovations.
There are some radical differences between the two proposals.
The new president has made some radical changes to the company.
In times of trial and tribulation, we are taught to go to God for help. We say in our program that we have to get back to the basics. We go back to the first three steps, and remember our priorities. We must always remember our number one priority must be our sobriety and serenity. We are powerless over some things, and so we ask God to help us. Bad things happen to good people. God gave us Free will. We are in a Spiritual War! The good=God vs. the evil=Devil! We must be strong and with God’s help we can get through anything.
God bless those poor victims in Connecticut who lost their loved ones. I can’t imagine anything worse, than losing your own child at all, let alone in such a horrific and horrible way. The Devil has been busy. The murderer was said to like Goth. I believe that Goth is of the Devil. God help us all this world is becoming more evil by the day.
“When times are the toughest and it seems as if you are as low as you can go and when Possibility Thinking hasn’t had the resources you expected, you are in danger of burnout. It’s precisely at these times you need God because when you remain in touch with God, you are immune to burnout.
You say, “But don’t you get terribly down at times?”
Yes, but remember I said you can be immune to burnouts, not brownouts.
A brownout is a temporary power failure. It is not a permanent resignation, divorce, or bill of sale. You may feel down in a brownout, but you don’t abandon the ship as would in a burnout.
It’s important to know the difference. In a brownout the power will come back on. A burnout? That’s a toughie!
To keep a brownout from becoming a burnout you must remain in touch with God~~and that’s what prayer is.
But remember, keeping in touch with God won’t eliminate your problems…it will only help you manage them. The late comedian Grady Nutt said it: “God should be a resource in the struggle, not a way around it.” source: Robert H. Schuller, 1995
Excellent blog post. I too escaped the “psycho” not “loon”. I have thought about writing my story for years. You dear have given me the motivation to begin my story of survival from my “psycho”. At the time, in 1998, I was depressed and divorced for the third time, and very vulnerable when I met my “psycho”. He was also good looking and very manipulative. I fell for his lies, and his charms. After six months of a whirlwind courtship, we married. I had high hopes and I wanted to believe everything that he told me. I had no idea of the “insanity” and “violence”, that I was getting into.
By God’s grace and the support of a loving family, I was able to finally get away from his “stalking” when I left him. I left him several times before I had had enough. I survived two years of “stalking”, hiding, and living in fear. I started carrying a gun beside my bed. It will take a long time to tell the whole story. I will leave it at that. By God’s grace, I am remarried now for seven years, and I have never been happier. We are the love’s of each other’s life’s. We are not perfect, but as I say we are perfect for each other. It is a God thing. I stayed single for six years and worked on me. Never, Never give up. Nothing is impossible with God.
At first I was unable to tell my story of domestic violence because I was in SHOCK. I couldn’t believe what was going on around me. I was stuck in that moment of… Did that just happen to me? I was sure I was having a bad nightmare and I would awake at any moment. Then I was in DENIAL. I was in complete disbelief of everything going on around me. How could my husband, the so called man of my dreams abuse me? His angry fists of rage were life threatening and his words cut like a knife, but I was still HOPEFUL. Which is why I still did not speak up at this point. I mean imagine if I told my friends and family the horrible things I was experiencing at home, and then we patched everything up and lived happily ever after. Lastly I was AFRAID of…