This is my journey out of an unhealthy life into a healthier life of being emotionally, spiritually, mentally and physically fit.
I stepped on the scale and noticed my weight go up and over the next fifty notch on the doctors scale and a miserable feeling hit me in the gut which added to my somewhat sad mood. Sound familiar? Trust me, there is hope, just follow along as I share my journey.
God started prompting me to step out of my pity party over a year ago. He knew I was miserable as I cried out to Him on several occasions. I had turned to all sorts of unhealthy behaviors and quick fixes to help myself feel better. One of my sources was food. Conviction finally set in – I can not do life or fix myself alone. I needed friends and safe people to surround me because that slow sinking slip into a pit of depression was pulling at me in every direction.
Last summer I made a conscious decision to get off an anti-depressant that I had been taking for over ten years. It just wasn’t working for me anymore and I asked God for healing and to show me the way out. My husband, Craig, fearfully agreed to a plan on how to wean myself off of the medication. He reluctantly stood by me and kept a close eye on my emotions. I promised Craig that I would resume my meds if I became ill. I also considered that if God created this pill, then through God I was already healed.
Why?
Have you ever been so dependent on something that without it your brain felt and sounded within like it was in a frying pan? Can you imagine with me the sound of popping and sizzles when your brain is trying to function without a synthetic made chemical that's purpose is to help you feel good?
Maybe you could better understand it another way. Say you are a chocolate addict and without that daily chocolate fix your craving goes into overdrive and you start eating everything in sight to fill that void. Well, with me, without that pill, my brain would snap and pop trying to get a sluggish gland to work to produce serotonin.
On occasion, I would forget my morning pill and by mid-afternoon the sizzle would start and I immediately knew why. I'd run to my bathroom medicine cabinet and pop that pill as quickly as I could. Within an hour the sizzle would fizz out.
I felt trapped by that pill. The “what if's” would cross my daily thoughts now and then. “What if” I was separated from my meds due to an unexpected disaster? “What if” I lost my pills? How many days could I go without them before I tumbled into a pit of depression? Over the years I have unintentionally forgotten my meds and know that after two days I would find myself in a state of uncontrollable crying spells or fits of rage that affected my life and the people around me. I resented medication having that kind of control in my life and started praying for God to show me the way out.
Over several months of taking one 150mg pill and breaking it into two, then three, four, to the point of one pill being spread out to over ten days, I slowly was weaned from my dependence. The moment in the day when I fully realized this new freedom was also the day I made a decision to stop doing life alone. Not only did I need God more, I needed friends. Safe friends!
Early in April I noticed Jenenne had made a post about Body and Soul Fitness and First Place 4 Health on Facebook. Then Kaire posted about the great workout she had. Like a light bulb illuminated it dawned on me that I could mark off a prayer request as completed. I had prayed for God to bring a workout class to my church, Cathedral of Praise. I even envisioned that this class would have Christian praise and worship music. At that moment God was prompting me to find out more information. I asked questions and Jenenne encouraged me to come to the next class. It didn’t take much to convince me that this was my next step. God’s plans where in motion.
The key for my continued success with freedom from depression was to get more active. This is no secret, just ask any health physician. Activity stimulates that "feel good" hormone. I knew I needed to get my body to start producing serotonin on its own now that the meds were completely out of my system.
It's mid June now and also six weeks after joining Body and Soul Fitness and the bible study through First Place 4 Health at Cathedral. I was immediately drawn to read and study all of the written material available on this Christian approach to weight loss and explored their website http://www.firstplace4health.com where I bought a workout DVD. I will most probably be re-reading them over and over for the rest of my life. The book titled "First Place 4 Health" by Carole Lewis opened my eyes that in order to obtain a healthy weight loss and keep it off is more than just a diet; it's a process spiritually, emotionally, physically and mentally.
I am already seeing and feeling the difference inside and out.
Six weeks ago I was distant with God and now I again spend time with Him every morning. He is with me throughout the day leading and guiding to make the right choices. The key for my success is to always put God first and first thing in the morning each and every day of my life.
The praise and worship music that accompanies our Body and Soul Class ministers to my soul and I am gaining back my strength with the workouts even if I complain that I "just can't get the beat". I even started bicycling again.
It feels so good again to be able to bend over and touch my clean floor with the palms of my hands. I look forward to jumping on the trampoline with my grandkids when I visit them this summer. I’m not quite at the top of my game physically but this program asks for a one year commitment, which at this point is an easy "Yes”.
My kitchen was full of junk food and/or the refrigerator was empty and now I make a grocery list and shop for a weeks worth of quality foods. I enjoy cooking again and avoid all fast food restaurants. I'm saving money which is an added plus.
I’m back at volunteering at church and assist Lori one day a week and/or tidy up the chair pockets in the sanctuary for Charlene. God has restored my journaling to inspire others and one day I hope to publish a book.
Oh, and the depression - its history! Plus losing 12 pounds isn't too shabby either!
More importantly, I have renewed my relationship with the Lord. I didn't realize how much I have missed him. Even though he was always around, I didn't spend time with him and we have lots of catching up to do. It’s all about God!
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Day Trip in California
We drove to a few points of interest for us the day after Aunt Ceil's memorial service.
One was in San Jose to see Aunt Ceil's old house, via the Fisherman's Park and Hyde Park in San Francisio (pictures unavailable) then back to San Ramen where we were staying. There were lots of bridges, the Golden Gate, Bay, and highways going every which way. It was a nice day with my hubby riding in Aunt Ceil's black Mercedes, listening to jazz and remembering all the good Aunt Ceil had brought into our lives. She will always be in our hearts forever.
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Procrastination - patience, prayer, praise
I LOVE being a homemaker. It’s a dream come true. It took two years to learn how to be a housewife, aka personal maid and secretary. I had to learn and understand what a Godly wife was and how to set my priorities – God first, then Craig, then family, then Craig, then church, then Craig. Oh, did I mention Craig?
I’ve been doing a lot of journaling and writing these days. Some days, I look at the clock and it is 1 pm and I’m still in my PJs; so I hurriedly jump into the shower, dress and do my hair and face before Craig comes home from work.
I’m currently doing a lot of research on procrastination – how to live in peace with a procrastinating partner – so far my angle is patience, prayer, praise. I’m trying to figure out the biblically based principles to help spell out the how-to–do-life in the midst of this very sensitive subject in my own marriage. Pray for me, I had a meltdown yesterday evening:
Craig left a dirty pan in the sink in the garage after he chopped 120lbs of cooked pork butts. The needless scrubbing I had to do (the pan sat in the sink for a whole day), my frustration level went over the top as a result of Craig's procrastination problem and my inability to cope. I took the soapy pan and threw it to the other side of the garage, then picked it up off the floor and repeatedly banged it on the floor until my hand split open and blood went everywhere. I now have twelve stitches in my hand to forever remind me that I NEED PATIENCE with PROCRASTINATORS.
God has blessed me with a procrastinating husband. Funny thing, this trait was noted in each of my past mates. When God wants you to figure out something, he keeps putting the same thing in your path. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. What I think He wants me to learn is HOW TO LIVE WITH ONE – then to share it with others.
I do love my husband. Everybody loves him. Craig over extends himself. He is just a sweet person that loves God and loves to help others - Very busy, way to very very busy. I have to make dates with him to get his time. Tomorrow, he has hired 3 people to get some things done, a plumber for my kitchen sink, a laborer to help organize everything for a BBQ competition that we are cooking in this weekend, and a fence guy to do a job that he can’t get to. Craig has a full time job at Bosch, and two businesses that he runs on the side. He has so many irons in the fire – I can’t keep up with them – and you know – he expects me to because I’M JUST THE HOUSEWIFE.
Am I venting? No no hmmmmmmmmmmmm well maybe.
Got to go for now, big day tomorrow. Packing the camper and off we go for the "Pig on the Ridge" in the big town of Ridgeway SC. I love it there; it’s like stepping back in time. Reminds me of Summerville back in the 60’s. ohhhhhh we are getting old girl!
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I’ve been doing a lot of journaling and writing these days. Some days, I look at the clock and it is 1 pm and I’m still in my PJs; so I hurriedly jump into the shower, dress and do my hair and face before Craig comes home from work.
I’m currently doing a lot of research on procrastination – how to live in peace with a procrastinating partner – so far my angle is patience, prayer, praise. I’m trying to figure out the biblically based principles to help spell out the how-to–do-life in the midst of this very sensitive subject in my own marriage. Pray for me, I had a meltdown yesterday evening:
Craig left a dirty pan in the sink in the garage after he chopped 120lbs of cooked pork butts. The needless scrubbing I had to do (the pan sat in the sink for a whole day), my frustration level went over the top as a result of Craig's procrastination problem and my inability to cope. I took the soapy pan and threw it to the other side of the garage, then picked it up off the floor and repeatedly banged it on the floor until my hand split open and blood went everywhere. I now have twelve stitches in my hand to forever remind me that I NEED PATIENCE with PROCRASTINATORS.
God has blessed me with a procrastinating husband. Funny thing, this trait was noted in each of my past mates. When God wants you to figure out something, he keeps putting the same thing in your path. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. What I think He wants me to learn is HOW TO LIVE WITH ONE – then to share it with others.
I do love my husband. Everybody loves him. Craig over extends himself. He is just a sweet person that loves God and loves to help others - Very busy, way to very very busy. I have to make dates with him to get his time. Tomorrow, he has hired 3 people to get some things done, a plumber for my kitchen sink, a laborer to help organize everything for a BBQ competition that we are cooking in this weekend, and a fence guy to do a job that he can’t get to. Craig has a full time job at Bosch, and two businesses that he runs on the side. He has so many irons in the fire – I can’t keep up with them – and you know – he expects me to because I’M JUST THE HOUSEWIFE.
Am I venting? No no hmmmmmmmmmmmm well maybe.
Got to go for now, big day tomorrow. Packing the camper and off we go for the "Pig on the Ridge" in the big town of Ridgeway SC. I love it there; it’s like stepping back in time. Reminds me of Summerville back in the 60’s. ohhhhhh we are getting old girl!
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Dreams of Living in the Country
I've always dreamed of living in the country on 15 to 20 acres of property. Today I found the place in Dorchester SC.
My husband was installing a fence for a customer that lives in Dorchester. He needed some hinges, so I packed my lunch for a road trip. Close to where he was working a sign just over the railroad tracks caught my attention - Large Tracks for Sale, with an arrow pointing to a long paved road. So, curious girl that I am, off I go looking for some large railroad tracks.
I passed by fields of corn just barely tall enough to tell what was growing. Rounding a curve these old houses and barns appeared. I stopped in awe and took these pictures.
After shooting these pictures, I drove until the payment ended. There was another sign posted - Land for Sale - 15 - 20 Acres and a phone number. The road from start to finish must have been about 3 miles long. I definitely felt like I was out in the country in the middle of Nowheresville.
This little fixer upper was on another road in Dorchester SC and it was so cute I just had to take a peek around:
If you know the history of the south of large plantations and slaves, these buildings must be slave homes. Sitting out in the middle of nowhere along old roads and amoung the fields where people lived and worked, loved and had children, now all is still and silent.
That's it for my tour of homes in Dorchester. To actually live there would be like stepping back in time. Something to consider. I must call to find out what the price is for this land. It would be awesome to restore one of these old relics from the past.
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My husband was installing a fence for a customer that lives in Dorchester. He needed some hinges, so I packed my lunch for a road trip. Close to where he was working a sign just over the railroad tracks caught my attention - Large Tracks for Sale, with an arrow pointing to a long paved road. So, curious girl that I am, off I go looking for some large railroad tracks.
I passed by fields of corn just barely tall enough to tell what was growing. Rounding a curve these old houses and barns appeared. I stopped in awe and took these pictures.
After shooting these pictures, I drove until the payment ended. There was another sign posted - Land for Sale - 15 - 20 Acres and a phone number. The road from start to finish must have been about 3 miles long. I definitely felt like I was out in the country in the middle of Nowheresville.
This little fixer upper was on another road in Dorchester SC and it was so cute I just had to take a peek around:
If you know the history of the south of large plantations and slaves, these buildings must be slave homes. Sitting out in the middle of nowhere along old roads and amoung the fields where people lived and worked, loved and had children, now all is still and silent.
That's it for my tour of homes in Dorchester. To actually live there would be like stepping back in time. Something to consider. I must call to find out what the price is for this land. It would be awesome to restore one of these old relics from the past.
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Light at the End of the Tunnel
No matter what situations life throws at you,no matter how long and treacherous your journey may seem, remember, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel....
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You're laughing aren't you?
That's good .......my job here is done!
Have a great day!
A Massage, A Message, and the Hand of God
I dragged myself out of bed for my spa appointment. I was seasick and thankful we were no longer moving. I praised God that we had docked at Freeport. Does a cruise mean spending time in the spa getting a massage and facial, not having to cook, meeting new people, relaxing by the pool, and a chance to share God's word? Well, it does for me. I had never been seasick before and as I looked out the window the clouds were gray and moving across the sky at a fast pace. I hoped the rain would stop.
My masseuse, a lovely young woman in her mid 20's, introduced herself as she motioned me to the massage table.
"Where are you from? Are you enjoying your cruise?” she asked.
"Yes, South Carolina and traveling with my husband Craig. It is his twenty fifth high school reunion cruise."
She told me to remove the terry robe and hang it on the wall hook provided for patrons as she left the room. All I wanted to do is crawl back in bed and pray the nausea would pass soon. I quickly made my way to the table and slipped under the sheet.
From past cruises, I knew the employees onboard came from all over the world and are contracted to work for several months at a time. I wondered where she was from. She tapped on the door and opened it.
"How long have you been on this ship?" I asked as she re-entered.
"I've been with this cruise line for three years. I get to go home soon for a vacation.”
"Where are you from?" I inquired as she rubbed her hands together to warm the oil.
"I'm from Johannesburg South Africa.”
A feeling a gloom swept over me as I had heard that Johannesburg was very poor and a Godless place to live. She also told me she was half way through her eight month contract.
Lying on the table, I felt her hands work out the tight muscles in the back of my lower legs. I began to pray silently, "Oh God help me feel better. Thank you for these hands to work out my sore muscles in my legs." I had given in to Craig's demands to take the stairs in lieu of the elevator. It was his way to compensate for overeating.
Wondering what it was like to live in Africa, I continued, "God bless this woman today." The muscle popped and released under her thumbs. I breathed a Thank you Jesus and she giggled, “Good, I can always use His help.”
I felt the need to ask her if there were any churches in South Africa. She nodded her head and lowered her voice, "Yes. I am a Christian.”
Intrigued by her need to whisper I continued, "Are you able to go to church onboard?”
"No, there is no place to worship here.” Her superiors didn’t provide or support any type of worship. In fact, they discourage talk about any beliefs.
All sorts of thoughts popped through my mind: I couldn't work on a boat for months with no one to talk to about God. She next told me of the long shifts and said that other than the few hours she has to herself, she sleeps.
"Do you own a Bible?” I asked.
She stepped away to add more oil to the palms of her hands. "I do. God waits for me in the morning to talk to him. He asks: Why didn't you talk to me today? I do acknowledge him and say tomorrow but tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes as I usually fall asleep from pure exhaustion."
The young woman was now thumping my back with her palms, "Do you believe in demons?"
"Yes, they are alive and here to distract us and we need to keep our minds guarded at all times.”
She told me of how noisy it was in her living quarters, "There are lots of demons onboard. Some of the girls have experienced being woken in the night to find blood splattered over their bed sheets, or someone standing over them. They are upset because they don't know how anyone could access their room through locked doors.”
I raised my brows as she noticed the wrinkles appearing on my forehand.
She continued to explain, "Some of the girls from my hall have come to tell me things they have seen and heard. There are people who stand naked in front of their windows and chant in some unknown language for hours. I've heard them too.
Hearing her story gave me goose bumps as she moved around to the head of the table. I prayed to myself, forgetting my seasickness and feeling true concern for her. "Satan, you do not belong here. You must go. Where God is you cannot be. Father God, protect this young lady; protect me while I'm here, and protect us all."
Over and over I repeated this prayer as she rubbed out the rising tension in my neck muscles. She spoke, "I feel God here."
"Yes, God is here. He is with us and He is waiting and watching over us because He loves us so much." We both became still and soaked in His presence. It lasted for a moment; for me it was long enough to feel that He is and has always been near me. My neck felt better and I knew He was truly with us.
"Can demons live in us?" she asked and stepped back to the sink to wash her hands. “You can sit up now”, she stated as she waited for my reply.
Without hesitation I firmly but lovingly said to her, "Where God is, Satan can't be. God lives in us. Satan tries to attack us when we are weak and through our minds and thoughts or through other people." I had attended a Cleansing Stream Retreat prior to going on this cruise and had been reviewing my workbook and reading the book by Neil T. Anderson, The Bondage Breaker. What I had learned was very fresh in my memory.
Sitting on the edge of the table I dangled my legs and noticed how much better they felt. She confessed to me that she has had many affairs and many times turned into someone that she's not - from the sweet, quiet, reserved person that she is - to someone who gets very angry and says hurtful things.
I looked straight into her eyes and smiled, "God loves you so much, He forgives you and thinks of you as His precious child, His princess, His beautiful daughter."
"Thank you Miss Karen. You can get dressed now and I will be back in a moment." She exited the room. When she returned, her eyes filled with tears as she said, “God sent you to me.”
"Yes", I cried. "He also brought you to me. For all I said to you was meant for me to hear as well. We are His precious children, His princesses, His beautiful daughter; and He has forgiven us for our sins. He longs for us to talk to him, every day, and all day long."
I reached out and took her hands and asked her if I could pray for her.
"Yes, please", she seemed eager. Then I prayed a hedge of protection over her, for God to bring her a friend or friends that she could talk to about God. I asked God to bless her hands and the words from her mouth, and asked God to give her peace and a sound mind, health. I also asked God to watch over her and her family at home. I prayed God's light would shine so brightly through her that her co-workers would notice and be so curious they would break the imposed silence so she could share the love of God.
We hugged and it was time for me to leave. I hoped to see her again one day.
I know we met according to God purposes. Our meeting was the most interesting and meaningful part of this vacation. The best massage of my life, inside and out. It really brought it home to me that we are God’s little girls, loved by Him and forgiven.
END OF STORY, for now
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My masseuse, a lovely young woman in her mid 20's, introduced herself as she motioned me to the massage table.
"Where are you from? Are you enjoying your cruise?” she asked.
"Yes, South Carolina and traveling with my husband Craig. It is his twenty fifth high school reunion cruise."
She told me to remove the terry robe and hang it on the wall hook provided for patrons as she left the room. All I wanted to do is crawl back in bed and pray the nausea would pass soon. I quickly made my way to the table and slipped under the sheet.
From past cruises, I knew the employees onboard came from all over the world and are contracted to work for several months at a time. I wondered where she was from. She tapped on the door and opened it.
"How long have you been on this ship?" I asked as she re-entered.
"I've been with this cruise line for three years. I get to go home soon for a vacation.”
"Where are you from?" I inquired as she rubbed her hands together to warm the oil.
"I'm from Johannesburg South Africa.”
A feeling a gloom swept over me as I had heard that Johannesburg was very poor and a Godless place to live. She also told me she was half way through her eight month contract.
Lying on the table, I felt her hands work out the tight muscles in the back of my lower legs. I began to pray silently, "Oh God help me feel better. Thank you for these hands to work out my sore muscles in my legs." I had given in to Craig's demands to take the stairs in lieu of the elevator. It was his way to compensate for overeating.
Wondering what it was like to live in Africa, I continued, "God bless this woman today." The muscle popped and released under her thumbs. I breathed a Thank you Jesus and she giggled, “Good, I can always use His help.”
I felt the need to ask her if there were any churches in South Africa. She nodded her head and lowered her voice, "Yes. I am a Christian.”
Intrigued by her need to whisper I continued, "Are you able to go to church onboard?”
"No, there is no place to worship here.” Her superiors didn’t provide or support any type of worship. In fact, they discourage talk about any beliefs.
All sorts of thoughts popped through my mind: I couldn't work on a boat for months with no one to talk to about God. She next told me of the long shifts and said that other than the few hours she has to herself, she sleeps.
"Do you own a Bible?” I asked.
She stepped away to add more oil to the palms of her hands. "I do. God waits for me in the morning to talk to him. He asks: Why didn't you talk to me today? I do acknowledge him and say tomorrow but tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes as I usually fall asleep from pure exhaustion."
The young woman was now thumping my back with her palms, "Do you believe in demons?"
"Yes, they are alive and here to distract us and we need to keep our minds guarded at all times.”
She told me of how noisy it was in her living quarters, "There are lots of demons onboard. Some of the girls have experienced being woken in the night to find blood splattered over their bed sheets, or someone standing over them. They are upset because they don't know how anyone could access their room through locked doors.”
I raised my brows as she noticed the wrinkles appearing on my forehand.
She continued to explain, "Some of the girls from my hall have come to tell me things they have seen and heard. There are people who stand naked in front of their windows and chant in some unknown language for hours. I've heard them too.
Hearing her story gave me goose bumps as she moved around to the head of the table. I prayed to myself, forgetting my seasickness and feeling true concern for her. "Satan, you do not belong here. You must go. Where God is you cannot be. Father God, protect this young lady; protect me while I'm here, and protect us all."
Over and over I repeated this prayer as she rubbed out the rising tension in my neck muscles. She spoke, "I feel God here."
"Yes, God is here. He is with us and He is waiting and watching over us because He loves us so much." We both became still and soaked in His presence. It lasted for a moment; for me it was long enough to feel that He is and has always been near me. My neck felt better and I knew He was truly with us.
"Can demons live in us?" she asked and stepped back to the sink to wash her hands. “You can sit up now”, she stated as she waited for my reply.
Without hesitation I firmly but lovingly said to her, "Where God is, Satan can't be. God lives in us. Satan tries to attack us when we are weak and through our minds and thoughts or through other people." I had attended a Cleansing Stream Retreat prior to going on this cruise and had been reviewing my workbook and reading the book by Neil T. Anderson, The Bondage Breaker. What I had learned was very fresh in my memory.
Sitting on the edge of the table I dangled my legs and noticed how much better they felt. She confessed to me that she has had many affairs and many times turned into someone that she's not - from the sweet, quiet, reserved person that she is - to someone who gets very angry and says hurtful things.
I looked straight into her eyes and smiled, "God loves you so much, He forgives you and thinks of you as His precious child, His princess, His beautiful daughter."
"Thank you Miss Karen. You can get dressed now and I will be back in a moment." She exited the room. When she returned, her eyes filled with tears as she said, “God sent you to me.”
"Yes", I cried. "He also brought you to me. For all I said to you was meant for me to hear as well. We are His precious children, His princesses, His beautiful daughter; and He has forgiven us for our sins. He longs for us to talk to him, every day, and all day long."
I reached out and took her hands and asked her if I could pray for her.
"Yes, please", she seemed eager. Then I prayed a hedge of protection over her, for God to bring her a friend or friends that she could talk to about God. I asked God to bless her hands and the words from her mouth, and asked God to give her peace and a sound mind, health. I also asked God to watch over her and her family at home. I prayed God's light would shine so brightly through her that her co-workers would notice and be so curious they would break the imposed silence so she could share the love of God.
We hugged and it was time for me to leave. I hoped to see her again one day.
I know we met according to God purposes. Our meeting was the most interesting and meaningful part of this vacation. The best massage of my life, inside and out. It really brought it home to me that we are God’s little girls, loved by Him and forgiven.
END OF STORY, for now
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THE RESUME OF JESUS CHRIST
Address: Ephesians 1:20
Phone: Romans 10:13
Website: The Bible.
Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus
Hello. My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.
Qualifications
* I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)
* I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)
* I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)
* I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)
* The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me,(See Galatians 3:14)
Occupational Background
* I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49).
* I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.
* My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15-17)
Skills Work Experiences
* Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healingthe sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18).
* I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33).
* Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9)
Educational Background
* I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).
* In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (SeeColossians 2:3).
* My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).
* I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).
Major Accomplishments
* I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times,(See Genesis 1:26).
* I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15).
* I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind and made a show of themopenly, (See Colossians 2:15).
* I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!
* There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. Youcan read them on my website, which is located at: www dot - the BIBLE. You don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website.
References
* Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healings,salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidanceIn SummationNow that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidateuniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart.
In summation,
I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47). When can I start? Time is of the essence,(See Hebrews 3:15).
Send this resume to everyone you know!, you never know who may have an opening!
Thanks for your help and may God bless you!
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