heavenlyarts
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Hello my fellow Christians, I would like to talk about my testamony and my walk with Christ. I come from a Southern family who is mostly baptist, my great-grandmother was Holiness and she went to a charismatic church where they shouted and spoke in tongues. I never knew her, she died when my mom was a teenager, my mom told me stories about her and my grandmother.
I was a premature baby, I was really tiny and not breathing at birth, I had the umbilical cord around my neck and I had trouble breathing. The nurse gave me oxygen and cut the cord. I weighed 2 lbs and 3 ounces. i had to be put on the Ohio machine, and my newly born life was in danger. My parents prayed, and their friends and church all prayed for me, the doctor and nurse took great care of me, but it was God who saved my life and decided I should live to grow up. I think the doctor was Christian or Jewish, he prayed for me and so did the nurse, she was a Christian.
I have always believed God saved my life at birth because He has some special plan in mind for me. I don't know what it is, but I will seek His will to find out.
As a child I was sweet and shy. My parents sent me to a strict fundamentalist Christian private school where we taught Bible stories and verses in the Bible, how toread and write correctly, they taught phonetics which really helps you to learn spelling and reading English good, and I'm glad I learned correct grammar. I was bad at math, it is my weakness. The school was not so good when it came to science, they basically said God was in charge of science and nature. This school was very strict, somewhat abusive, some of the teachers yelled at me and intimidated me, there was discrimination between the rich kids and the kids whose parents had less money. My sister was spanked for a very minor mistake, her first grade teacher was very mean and harsh, my dad said the woman was crazy.
My parents pulled me out after second grade and in third grade I went to a public school. This was a pretty good public school. I acted strangely becasue it was a culture shock to me, the way the kids behaved so wildly at the public school and the harsh rigid control the teachers had over the students at Community Christian, if you behaved badly you were sent to the principals office for a spanking. The teachers told us that new laws being made to protect children from child abuse were bad, secular and evil of the devil because they had the right to beat us if we did the least little thing wrong, that the Bible says "spare the rod and spoil the child." They are to use the rod of correction on misbehaving children. I was never spanked because I was good, and lucky, but several other kids were, for minor infractions. I remeber one teacher getting mad at me for putting my hands on my hips.
OK, at the public school they weren't allowed to spank, so sometimes the kids would act up, well a lot of the time. This is in the late 1980's early 1990's. The kids made fun of me, I was rasied to be obedient, but unfortunately sometimes I would do what other kids told me to do, within limits, I wouldn't do anything bad or dangerous, harmful that they told me to do.
I was sent to the school psychiatrist and she examined me, ask a bunch of questions and made me do weird tests, putting block s of a puzzle together, the inkblots, that thing. Then I made the mistake of revealing to her the fact that I talk to myself and answer back.
She thought that I heard voices, and thought that I was schizophrenic. I guess I do hear voices, my own inner conscience or guardian angel talking to me. It is my inner self talking to my outside self.
I have a vivid imagination and I am an artist, I draw and paint, I paint ceramics put am not so good at it. I draw from my imagination and from pictures and real life. When I draw from my imagination I see the image in my mind and I can see images in my mind very clearly. I also write stories and poems, and imaginewhat the characters are doing in the stories.
I am schizophrenic because I have lost touch with reality and gone into psychosis a few time in times of stress in my life. I was hospitalised, and I got better with medicine and counseling and having time to calm done and realize reality helped me get better. I control my psochiatric problems with medicine, and some counseling, I also get depressed some times, counseling and going to the Lord helps with that.
I was a premature baby, I was really tiny and not breathing at birth, I had the umbilical cord around my neck and I had trouble breathing. The nurse gave me oxygen and cut the cord. I weighed 2 lbs and 3 ounces. i had to be put on the Ohio machine, and my newly born life was in danger. My parents prayed, and their friends and church all prayed for me, the doctor and nurse took great care of me, but it was God who saved my life and decided I should live to grow up. I think the doctor was Christian or Jewish, he prayed for me and so did the nurse, she was a Christian.
I have always believed God saved my life at birth because He has some special plan in mind for me. I don't know what it is, but I will seek His will to find out.
As a child I was sweet and shy. My parents sent me to a strict fundamentalist Christian private school where we taught Bible stories and verses in the Bible, how toread and write correctly, they taught phonetics which really helps you to learn spelling and reading English good, and I'm glad I learned correct grammar. I was bad at math, it is my weakness. The school was not so good when it came to science, they basically said God was in charge of science and nature. This school was very strict, somewhat abusive, some of the teachers yelled at me and intimidated me, there was discrimination between the rich kids and the kids whose parents had less money. My sister was spanked for a very minor mistake, her first grade teacher was very mean and harsh, my dad said the woman was crazy.
My parents pulled me out after second grade and in third grade I went to a public school. This was a pretty good public school. I acted strangely becasue it was a culture shock to me, the way the kids behaved so wildly at the public school and the harsh rigid control the teachers had over the students at Community Christian, if you behaved badly you were sent to the principals office for a spanking. The teachers told us that new laws being made to protect children from child abuse were bad, secular and evil of the devil because they had the right to beat us if we did the least little thing wrong, that the Bible says "spare the rod and spoil the child." They are to use the rod of correction on misbehaving children. I was never spanked because I was good, and lucky, but several other kids were, for minor infractions. I remeber one teacher getting mad at me for putting my hands on my hips.
OK, at the public school they weren't allowed to spank, so sometimes the kids would act up, well a lot of the time. This is in the late 1980's early 1990's. The kids made fun of me, I was rasied to be obedient, but unfortunately sometimes I would do what other kids told me to do, within limits, I wouldn't do anything bad or dangerous, harmful that they told me to do.
I was sent to the school psychiatrist and she examined me, ask a bunch of questions and made me do weird tests, putting block s of a puzzle together, the inkblots, that thing. Then I made the mistake of revealing to her the fact that I talk to myself and answer back.
She thought that I heard voices, and thought that I was schizophrenic. I guess I do hear voices, my own inner conscience or guardian angel talking to me. It is my inner self talking to my outside self.
I have a vivid imagination and I am an artist, I draw and paint, I paint ceramics put am not so good at it. I draw from my imagination and from pictures and real life. When I draw from my imagination I see the image in my mind and I can see images in my mind very clearly. I also write stories and poems, and imaginewhat the characters are doing in the stories.
I am schizophrenic because I have lost touch with reality and gone into psychosis a few time in times of stress in my life. I was hospitalised, and I got better with medicine and counseling and having time to calm done and realize reality helped me get better. I control my psochiatric problems with medicine, and some counseling, I also get depressed some times, counseling and going to the Lord helps with that.
