It is only when my past visits me that I truly, truly understand that I am completely and utterly remade, recycled, made into something new. I live in this new way of living but don’t absolutely realise it until past visits.

I have been witnessing a change in someone close to me based on what they see in me and have to say I am gobsmacked by it. There is an openness there  now, where before a closed mind.

They have seen the change in me not just on the outside but the completely new “normal” I have and they like it, nay, they love it. The intransigence in which they have sat for so long has been shook up because they have seen God working in me.

This is not a boastful statement, I am not boastful of me, but of what God does through me and where I thought he could not go, He has gone and begun the process of warming a cold heart.

I pray that I can continue to show the love of Christ in everything this person sees and hope and pray that one day the abyss becomes a fissure becomes a healed wound for them.

My God is amazing, steadfast and true and I trust and have faith that He can do all things. I had for long time thought it was too much, too hard, but that is dissin’ God and how great and awesome He is.


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  1. Dear Suzie,How I WISH people could see such remarkable changes in ME! Since I "truly" found God in 2003 (after becoming a Christian at age 12), or since I "survived" being married to a mentally ill man, or since I started being a prayer intercessor and altar minister 2 years ago, or since I moved in with my mother 3 years ago, or since . . . The truth is, I simply don’t feel that there’s been a real landmark, touchstone, earthquaking, tsunami wave of change in my life — ever. You’re so blessed to know exactly when God changed you and made you into a New Creature!Time is on your side. Time is my enemy.I kind of wish I’d known you "before" — should I? I have nothing to compare NOW to, since I only know you as a righteous, wise, talented, artistic, natural woman of God, letting her light shine so brightly, it can be seen all the way to the U.S.! I wish I could visit you, have one of your meals, pet one of your cats, drive up the road past my old home, and talk until we were all talked out.When I lived in Ireland, I heard people say there was a "spirit of depression there, especially in Kerry." A woman at church, from Scotland, told me this week that there is a "spirit of poverty" in her country. I believe both spirits reside in the U.S., probably along with ones of divorce, violence, envy, greed, materialism and general ungodliness.’Great to see you writing again, especially such lovely lines of joy and gratitude –Charlene

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