My daughter is shared between me and my ex wife. What this has resulted in is that to be with my daughter, I have to be with her at my parents house 3-4 days a week.
This is the house I grew up in, this is the neighborhood I'm familiar with.
Being on disability, I have a tremendous amount of free time. I was addicted to drugs up until 6 months ago, when Christ permanently freed me from that addiction. Even during the time I was addicted, I knew that witnessing was something I would have to do one day. At times it seemed that I stayed addicted to make being disobedient bearable.
I've carried a great burden for my neighbors, and my surrounding neighborhood for a while. I have no excuse to not try and go reach them with all the free time I have.
It seems the most difficult thing in the world. It seems like going out like this will make life super uncomfortable in my neighborhood. All I know to do is to visit them and witness best I know, by asking them if they'd go to heaven when they die. I'm terrified of being rejected because the neighbors have preconceived notions of me.
I get weak when I get the notion that they already have heard the gospel, and all I'm going to do is irritate them at dinner time.
Anyway, that's just what's on my mind at the moment.
I suppose I'm going to learn a lot and maybe someone will even accept Christ!
This is the house I grew up in, this is the neighborhood I'm familiar with.
Being on disability, I have a tremendous amount of free time. I was addicted to drugs up until 6 months ago, when Christ permanently freed me from that addiction. Even during the time I was addicted, I knew that witnessing was something I would have to do one day. At times it seemed that I stayed addicted to make being disobedient bearable.
I've carried a great burden for my neighbors, and my surrounding neighborhood for a while. I have no excuse to not try and go reach them with all the free time I have.
It seems the most difficult thing in the world. It seems like going out like this will make life super uncomfortable in my neighborhood. All I know to do is to visit them and witness best I know, by asking them if they'd go to heaven when they die. I'm terrified of being rejected because the neighbors have preconceived notions of me.
I get weak when I get the notion that they already have heard the gospel, and all I'm going to do is irritate them at dinner time.
Anyway, that's just what's on my mind at the moment.
I suppose I'm going to learn a lot and maybe someone will even accept Christ!
