My Cross to Bear

Everyone is born into this world with their own individual, blessed gifts. We simultaneously are bore with the sins of our fathers. As we grow we have access to different resources or tools to use and grow our talents and skills. Just as there are positives there is Opposition. Our environment and experiences shape our personality. No matter the privileges or disadvantages, we all have our crosses to bear.
My truth is not necessarily agreed upon by those who were there when I was young, or some of who have been there most of my life. I know with what I deal. A history of mistreatment, learning challenges, and a battle with an almost debilitating mental illness.
I'm thankful that God's hand was on me from the beginning. The word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword, and I needed it early in life because this cross that I must carry can propel me forward in some ways, and in others hold me back. I can be at the top of a mountain, and then fall to the depth of the valley. I don't always want to say or do the things I say or do, and definitely don't always mean them the way they are taken. Sometimes I don't even see that or why they have been taken in a different context than meant: remember, I'm sometimes the slow dingbat. The great thing is that I know when there's a battle between good and evil, good always wins. Thankfully, because of the Spirit of Jesus, I mustn't bear this cross alone.

I yearn, I hope, I fight despair.
I'm ADHD, dyslexic, and bi-polar. This is my cross to bear.