Where would I be without Jesus? Anger and Resentment. Part 7.

So I am here today, not in some strange way to get attention or gain popularity ...if that were possible. No, I am here opening the closet to show skeletons to both serve as a warning and also to share hope. And that's Jesus. He has been my only hope. The only one who got through to me. The only one who has always been there, waiting, and trying to get my attention. The one who saw all my garbage and loved me through it all. He's the only one who was able to set me free and remove strongholds. My only peace. People say He's not real. God's not real they say. That's interesting. Cause you have not walked in my shoes and seen Him work miracles and made Himself known. You have not experienced what I have in being on the brink of hell, and instead of being cast aside and rejected, set free. So say what you will. My God is real.

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