Still Alive and Feeling...

Not that great. The first half of Shabbat (Friday night) was really good because I was watching teachers and testimonies.  I have been making my own videos too, but I'm not a teacher. I guess I'd be more of the counseling type if I had to pick a label, but in no way do I claim to know every last tidbit of Scripture. There's so much information there in the Bible, and there's so much information that didn't even make it to our Bibles. I am still learning just like everyone else is.

I felt okay Friday except my legs were still a little swollen. They went down most of the way, but then the swelling moved to my abdomen. I looked like I was three months pregnant Friday night, but the abdominal swelling went down when I woke up.

Saturday, I didn't get much studying done because I was tired. I kept trying to get up to study and such, but then I would fall back to sleep. It was over before I knew it, and then it was time for me to work again, but what work? I'm still "demoted" as far as my main source of income goes. There wasn't much work for me to do anywhere else. I had one article to write, which was nice, but it wasn't nice enough to pay all my bills. I still don't know what I'm going to do about this work issue, so I'm just taking it one day at a time. I'll figure something out eventually,  I guess.

My eyeballs and head started hurting a little while ago. I was a little bit scared to take ibuprofen because I read that it could cause heart failure, but crap, you know what? I took a chance anyway because the headache and eyeball aches were just too much for me. Heh, it's like I just start to get rid of one symptom and then another one comes up.

The ibuprofen did work this time for the headache. It didn't work the last time I took it for a headache, which was right before the leg swelling occurred this time (I think). Heck, I don't know. Like I said, I was so busy working to earn the money to pay bills and working on my car that I didn't even take full notice of these issues until recently.

I'm going back to sleep. I want to finish the car tomorrow, but I don't know. I have to see how I feel 

Monte Carlo Repairs: Hot Mess Explained

Timiarah Camburn Monte Carlo 4

This  Monte Carlo probably looks like pure chaos to you right now, but I'm actually almost done with it. If it wasn't for me breaking the fuel pressure regulator vacuum hose and MAP sensor and making a plugging error, I might have been done today. 


Okay, so let's start with the electrical components and all those little plugs you have to plug up to different things. I had a false sense of security about those because I heard a mechanic say that you could NOT get that part wrong because all the connectors on the wiring harness are all different sizes. Well... he was wrong. You can get it wrong, and I did. It was the one plug that was hell to take back out. You see, there's a plug that goes right under the power steering pump that needs to be plugged back in BEFORE you put the fuel rail and upper and lower manifolds back on. Why? Well, because you cannot get the power steering pump out once you put all the stuff on it. The fuel rail actually locks it into place, so if you want to take it out, you need to remove the rail.

The WRONG plug actually fit in the hole, and I didn't realize that I had done that until today when I realized that my wires would not stretch to connect to the stuff the on the right side of the motor. It was a big deal because I knew I would have to either do ladyfinger acrobatics or remove the plenum, fuel rail, and everything that goes with them. Not all 3.4 GM motor cars are the same. I saw two other mechanics' cars, and their setups were different from mine. One of them had easy access to take his power steering pump off. He did not have a Monte Carlo. 

Sometimes, I amaze myself with the crazy stuff that I do with this car in impossible situations. I did get the plug out. Once I did that and moved the wiring harness, everything started falling into place. What's going to be a pain is getting the right plug under the power steering pump in a similar manner that I took the other one out.

I will have to do more ladyfinger acrobatics. It was crazy. I had to get in there with a flathead screwdriver and literally put my eyeball in the cubby to see what I was doing. I don't even think I can describe what I did in English because it was so crazy. I still had to take all the bolts off the power steering pump and remove the Serpentine belt just to be able to give myself enough wiggle room to get a hand and an eyeball in there. Craaazy!

Then I broke my MAP sensor and the fuel pressure regulator stuff. That's just perfect. The fuel stuff is definitely what you DON'T want to break. I put tape on it, but that's not going to fly. I have to replace it. I don't know what happened. The thing just snapped in half. I also dropped the new EGR gasket into the abyss or some such. I couldn't find it once I dropped it, so I had to re-use the old one. 

Meh, just ignore all the missing screws and hoses and such. I know where they go. I  just had to take stuff off just to get to that dang plug. I'm also going to have to get some electrical tape for the wiring harness. The wiring harness is brittle and dry. It falls apart in my hands like crackers. I don't know what to do other than getting some electrical tape and taping it up. 

I made a lot of boo-boos today, but the good news is that I didn't lose my breath. I didn't feel much pain while I was doing this either. Endorphins have a way making us feel okay when we're moving around. My calves are sore, and my legs are still swollen. The right one is a little more swollen than the left is today. My breathing is okay for right now, though. Shortness of breath is the scariest symptom, so I cherish the time when I don't have it. 

I guess I can say today was a good day. I'll be done Sunday if the Father lets me stay here 'til then. I'm not sure about it starting back up and running until I get that stuff for the sensor, though.  

A False Sense of Okay

I took that hot bath and drank some tea with honey, and ate some oatmeal. Ate some tuna fish, which always makes me feel better almost instantly from any issue with fatigue or something like that. I don't know why.

I did a little bit of writing work while I was lying  sort of propped up and my breathing eventually returned to normal. Watched some old "Guiding Light" episodes, and then I thought I should clean my room because it just looked a mess. I got a false sense of being okay, and I overdid it. I tried to read one Chapter of Isaiah aloud when I was done sweeping the floor and wiping down some things. I couldn't do it. I was completely out of breath. Then, of course, I got upset because I knew that wasn't normal... so I made my heart rate go up from being nervous, and that made my breathing a little bit worse.

I'm propped up on pillows again. The more I research my own symptoms, the more it looks like CHF, you know, congestive heart failure. Those who are diagnosed with CHF don't have odds of living very long afterward. Some die within five years, some within one year. I'm sure some people make it, but...

I'm going to finish putting my car together, darn it, and then I'll get to a doctor. I have a funny feeling that once I get there, I won't be going anywhere. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. 

What I don't understand is that it seems like this hit me from nowhere, but maybe I just didn't notice. Maybe I was going through all the stages, and I thought that all those symptoms like extreme fatigue were just my anemia acting up and it wasn't. I've always felt like I had less energy than everyone else, but it had gotten worse over the years. Taking iron every day helped  immensely for a while, but then... I don't know. This swelling and shortness of breath stuff just started happening recently. Seems like it happened right after I started my faith-based videos up again, huh?

I might not be good at DSM diagnoses stuff because I don't even believe in it anymore, but I do believe in regular medical stuff. The last time I showed symptoms of a physical illness, and I researched it, I ended up being right about it. I had an ectoptic pregnancy. All the symptoms matched my research. All of the other people's stories that I read about matched mine. I didn't want it to be true, but it was. I also knew it in my heart that it was true, you know, but I kept hoping that it wasn't. When you know in your heart, you know in your heart. 

I eventually ended up in the emergency room with a doctor telling me something that I already knew, that I was going to die if he did not do this surgery that was going to render me semi-fertile and leave me without a child. 

This here... I didn't even think it was my heart until I took that walk today. Then I knew. Two people asked me if I was okay while I was trying to walk to the store and such. I said, "No," lol. I never say no, but today I was really not okay.

Heh, you're probably thinking, "Now, why does Yahuah let these things happen to people?" Good question. Answer: I don't know. I just know that I am at peace with Him, and I trust Him. I am a little nervous about the pain that occurs when the system finally fails, but other than that, I'm okay. I would like for all of my children to know that I loved them dearly, and I would also like for that pal to know that I loved him, too. I still need to get over some anger or bitterness about some other relationships, but apparently, I need to hurry up and get over it, ha-ha.

Now, I'm going to do some more writing work, get some sleep, and then try to change the subject of my writings if the Father is so kind as to wake me up tomorrow. I'm almost done putting the car back together. I have some sensors, coil packs, hoses, etc. The work that's left shouldn't be that exhausting. I couldn't do it today because of that walk and because it was cold as crap outside. I want to get that thing done and get a crank going. If I can get it started, I can get out and start getting some blood work and chest X-rays and whatnot. I can also drive to the bank and tell them off for their failure to reopen my account and their failure to send me my dang $2 check, lol. They swear they sent it, but they did not send it here. 

Feeling Like This Person




Have you ever been so sick that you just wanted to lie down wherever you were and just stay there? You know, and you didn't even care if anyone saw you, walked over you, stepped on you, or whatever? All you wanted was a blanky and maybe a binky, too? That was me today. I can always tell when I'm really sick because a.) I cry for no reason and b.) I just want to lie down... wherever. 

The swelling in my legs/ankles/thighs/feet only went down a little bit from last night, not all the way. My socks were still able to make some pretty funky indentations after only being on my legs for a few minutes. I didn't want to walk, but I didn't really have a choice unless I wanted to pay Uber. I made a ghetto cane and walked with that, but I knew I was doing too much within minutes. I started crying, looking at the sky, and thinking that I would love to just be swept up into it real quick and not even have to take the rest of this walk. I rested on a couple light poles along the way. I wanted to sit down on the ground, but I was afraid I'd never get back up. 

Just walking about like that made my chest feel like something was working too hard. I've been back for 20 minutes, and I still have a weighted chest. I got all the way to the store and got the groceries that I wanted. I was feeling so bad that I actually asked someone for a ride back. That person said yes, but they just wanted me to wait 'til they were done shopping. Well, when I got to the counter and reached into my pocket, I had no money.  Didn't bring anything with me, money, ID, nothing. Left it home. I did NOT want to walk back here and then back to the store and back. That was so much work. Just thinking about it made me have another short tear fest. I usually love walking, but this was too hard. 

So I got some fruits and vegetables, teas, and so on. As far as going to a hospital, I won't do that unless I'm further along in the process of dying or something. I'm going to take a hot bath, drink some tea, try to do some work, and maybe make a video if the Most High has something for me to say.  

Despite everything that's going on, I'm not scared of something happening where I'm at. I'm okay with it. Not really scared about not having any super-close friends or anything here. I've been pretty much on my own all along, so it doesn't bother me. I feel comfortable about the people who are in my community even if they wouldn't give a crap if I fell out, lol. I'm comfortable enough with them to not be frightened.

I did think about an old pal of mine today. This person had a unique way of comforting me through just about anything. I used to think about my "mommy" whenever I was sick, but this time, that person popped up in my mind. Ah, that inkling of compassion. I love compassion.

All this has made me slow down a little bit, too. That's not such a bad thing. I was KILLING myself with all the sweatshop writing I was doing. Most of it was dead-end work that gave me NOW money but didn't really support my writing career in any way. Ghostwriting is a bad idea if you ever want to get established and sell your materials to magazines or something. You can ghostwrite for 10 or 20 years, and no one will know who the flip you are. 

Some of the companies require you to sign agreements that you will not do dealings with their clients, too, so that's something else you have to think about. Like if someone wants to actually give you a byline for something you wrote, you may not be able to get it. That matters when you're trying to get your name out there for what you do as a profession!

Yeah, ghostwriting is legit, and it pays some bills now, but it doesn't help you later in the least. It can stunt your growth too because some of those environments try to mess with your confidence as a writer and whatnot. I can't trash them because they got me through so many rough times. However, they kind of prevented me from growing, too. I'm a writer, and some of those places aren't really for writers. I'll just leave it at that. Some are higher caliber than others are, though. Some are very fair with their prices, but they hardly have any work. 

Anyway, whatever is going on with me physically has slowed me down quite a bit. I've been reading the Bible more because of it. That's always a good thing. I'm on Yeshayah (Isaiah) this week.

Sort of Scared

I'm writing at 1 a.m because I'm just a little bit nervous. Not nervous about dying, but nervous about feeling pain whilst I'm dying. I'm not saying that I am dying, but whatever is going on with me right now doesn't look like it has too many "good' causes.

I have been so busy trying to bust my behind doing my extremely low paying work just to keep paying for this expensive place that I live right now. I've been doing it for two years, but you know ... I am so, so, so, so tired. I've been trying to fight the good fight, though: living right, trying to straighten out my financial profile so that I can actually qualify to get into an AFFORDABLE place, etc. but well, it has all been a really tough uphill battle. I'm honestly just really tired.

One of the companies that I work with gave me a "present" for the holidays that I don't celebrate. It was a demotion that will make it nearly impossible for me to pay bills without hurting myself. I was already burning out from doing so much work. There's no way I can do more than I was already doing. 

The other company that I work with looks like it's trying to slow-boot me, too. See, I told you I deal with opposition. All kind of weird stuff happens that I don't even share half the time. Am I sorry about the choices that I made that pertain to the faith, though? Hell no. 

The demotions are not the items that are causing me to be sort of scared right now, though. It's that both of my feet, ankles, and legs are completely swollen and have very poor circulation. 

I had literally been working  so much that I didn't notice it until today. It is so bad that it can't be missed at this point. I still worked all day and night because I had to, but I'm a bit scared of what it may be. This was the last thing I needed right now immediately after I got a "holiday" demotion.

If there's anything that I learned over the past few years, it's not to try to play ANY kind of doctor, lol. Yeah, self-diagnosis doesn't work for me. At all.

What I can say is that the causes can be anything from "monthly hormones" (possible but never happened before) to insect bites (possible) to anemia issues (possible), diabetes or a severe heart or kidney condition. Do you see how versatile this one symptom is? Could be a lot of stuff. I'm hoping that it's my poor diet, and maybe I ate too much salt or something. I've been really restricted in terms of food options lately because my car isn't running. 

I did get attacked by a pack of angry ants a few weeks ago. They had built a home on the ground near my car. I accidentally stepped on their home while I was cleaning one of the car parts, so they attacked me by crawling up both of my legs and biting me. I had a skirt on, so there was no protection, and there was a lot of ants. My legs swelled up bad that day because I am allergic to things like that. It was painful, but I did get it to go down after a few days of putting the cream on it. I can't imagine that I am still having issues from the same bites. But then again, it was a lot of ants. 

I just don't know what it is. I'm not really in too much pain. I just don't have good circulation in my legs/ankles/feet at all, and I know that isn't right. It's scary to look at, especially since I was a completely healthy individual. This is some new ish.

What do I think it is? I am hoping it's just some random symptom of living off of fast-food for the past couple months because of the car situation. That's enough to kill anybody, and I don't even eat the pork. The rest of it is garbage, too, though.

Worst-case scenario, it's diabetes, kidney failure, brain aneurysm, or a heart issue, neither of which is something that I would like to try to handle on my own. Oh, how I wish I could ask an ex-diabetic friend ... er... and ex-friend who is diabetic some questions right about now. 

I don't want to think it's that, but if I couple this symptom with some other stuff that I had experience and ignored (extreme thirst, random blurred vision), then it's not looking very good. Whatever it is, if it's not something that the time of the month or a quick dietary change can fix... it's bad. If it interferes with me working... it's bad. It it puts me in a position where I might need another human being to help with something... oh, it's real bad. 

Doctor? Yes, I can see one ... just as soon as my car's running again. Uber to Ridgeland and back = $50. No pesos. The hospital's actually very close, although sometimes I think folks have a better chance of surviving out than they do in. I still remember that god-awful surgery from 10 years ago and how they left me in a waiting room for hours while I was literally in  a life-threatening condition. I can't say that I like hospitals too much, but of course I'd go if I had to.

This was just a random wind whine. I know I have to really just draw closer to the Father and keep my faith. I always say that things happen in groups. When you get hit, you get hit. For now,  I'm just drinking water, and elevating my legs. I don't remember these being swollen when I first woke up today, but they were by mid-afternoon. I was typing, and my socks started feeling tight. I was like, "What the heck?" looked down and saw that my legs were the size of an entire toddler. 

I'm going to try to get to some place that has some fruit tomorrow, if the Father is willing. 

This is making me realize how quickly things can change and how we never know how much time we have on this Earth. That's why we HAVE to make sure we're right with the Father NOW because once He calls your number, you have no more opportunity to repent. And like I said before, if he has a message for you to put out there to the people, do it because you don't know when will be your last opportunity to pass that message to someone who needs to hear it. This could just be something silly, but if it isn't, I want to know that I left some helpful information, even if it was just a tidbit, that helped someone to get on the appropriate path. I'm about to go hard on those faith videos :-)

Starting to Look Like a Car Again

2005 Monte Carlo
Timiarah's Monte Carlo 3
I went outside and did a few more things today like tightening up the power steering pump pulley, putting the belt back on, putting the plenum back on, putting the airbox back on, and so forth. I lost a screw in a little cubby that was almost impossible to get out. I eventually did it with my tiny fingers, but it took a lot of patience to do so. Patience: Now that's something that I did not use to have a lot of. This whole head gasket job has required me to have a lot of patience. 

I made sure that all the pulleys turned freely before I put the belt back on. Wouldn't want any weird surprises when I crank it. 

There's still a lot to do like plugging up all the electrical components, reconnecting hoses and so on. Lots of screws that I need to put back where they belong, lol. I know, I know. Remember, I have no rhyme or reason when I do this. I do watch other people, but I still end up doing things a little bit differently. 

I still have to put some cables, sensors, and coil pack back on, but it's starting to sort of look like an engine again. I'm trying to get done before my front tires go flat completely. 

I didn't get to work until dark because it just got too darn cold outside. My hands were freezing by 4 p.m. I want to be done with this soon so that I can turn that key and see if the old girl has a pulse. What I do with the car depends on the response I get when I turn the key.

On the faith front, I'm still going to be posting my videos. I wasn't ready to stick with it before because I was still letting folk shame me to stifle me. I couldn't speak out effectively while I was still carrying shame or allowing other people to shame me with expired events. 

This time, I started with a little intro, and I'm going to continue with whatever the Most High puts on my heart to speak about. I'll continue despite the little bit of copycatting and subtle e-threats that I already heard, lol. I have a job to do here, and seeing that the worst has already been done to me... I don't have much to fear at this point. Only Yahuah. Only Yahuah.




Another Step Closer

2005 Monte Carlo
Timiarah's Monte Carlo 3
Spent about two hours on this today. It's funny how I always think something is going to go smoothly and then an unforeseen issue arises. I got stuck with the fuel injectors for a good half hour just trying to get the three caps back on that came off when I pulled the rail. I'm not sure how to explain it other than to say that they kept going on sideways, and I needed them to go on straight. I had to struggle with them and remember not to get frustrated with them, hammer them, and break them. Lol. I am not the most gentle person with hammers or wrenches as you can see by my over-torquing incident yesterday. That's not the first thing I broke for not being gentle enough. 

I put my new bypass pipe on today, too. I had to replace the old one because I broke the bleeder screw many moons ago. See. That didn't really help my overheating issues as some of them occurred because I couldn't really bleed the system properly. I did okay using the other bleeder screw and some other bleeding methods, but it still wasn't proper without this bleeder screw functioning, and it caused issues.

The bypass pipe didn't want to go all the way down in its hole. I ended up messing with that for a while.  I think I did well today, though. I only intended to put the fuel rail back on, but I ended up reconnecting a few things here and there along the way. I still have some missing screws I didn't put on yet. I got very tired, and I haven't even started my workday yet. Just some notes. Tomorrow I'll be getting into some of the intricate stuff. It's just a big layer cake. One layer at a time. One thing at a time. One day at a time. That's all I can do.


Monte Carlo Repair No-Nos

2005 Monte Carlo
Timiarah Camburn's Monte Carlo 2
Timiarah Camburn learned a lesson about over torquing things today: DON'T DO IT! 

So yeah, to make a long story short, my torque wrench is an inch-pounds model and the specs instructed me to tighten in foot-pounds. We'll just go ahead and say that I fouled up my "conversion" and ended up over torquing the left upper valve cover bolt until it basically broke. While this isn't a dire emergency, it can and most likely will cause a little bit of an oil leak. Replacing it or fixing it costs money and time. I  may just try to slap some silicone (or something) over it or under it or both. That may stop it from leaking, but I won't know until the car is back on. 

So that was lesson number one. Lesson number two was that I should have waited to put that middle piece of exhaust back on until I reinstalled  the thermostat. I remember being outside all day long trying to change out my thermostat last year some time. Not too many tools can fit in between the bottom thermostat housing bolt and the exhaust pipe. You cant tighten it or loosen it very well with that in the way. I ended up spending all day on a silly thermostat because I refused to take anything off except the thermostat components. I eventually got it done, but it was a nightmare, and I had to do a lot of unnecessary acrobatics. 

Today was the same. I remembered that the thermostat was a nightmare, but I didn't remember why it was a nightmare. Todays' work refreshed my memory. I had trouble getting the thermostat housing bolt tight because the exhaust was in the way. I was being stubborn again and not wanting to take it off now that it's on.

I had to call it a day. I'll get the tool that I need tomorrow and get it on tight. Then I'll clean the fuel injectors off and get the fuel rail back on there. Maybe a little bit more. Hopefully, this will be my last week of tinkering with this thing.


Dear Chevrolet,

I sure do love your cars and have loved them all my life, but I just don't understand your manufacturing logic. Some things seemed impossible to do, and some things just seemed like a cruel joke on anyone attempting to DIY. Thank you.

Putting Monte Carlo Back Together: Week Two

2005 Chevrolet Monte Carlo
Timiarah Camburn's Monte Carlo
I didn't have much time to work on this car today. Unfortunately, paid work must take precedence over unpaid work. That's why old girl has been sitting for two months. My time is very, very limited, especially now with my living expenses going up because of a "holiday" season that has nothing to do with me. 

I got done my work at about 4 p.m. I thought I would be able to get the exhaust manifold back on before it got dark (5:30-ish), but I didn't get that far. I had to reluctantly shut the operation down because of the chill factor. It was hand-freezing cold here in Hardeeville, South Carolina. I can honestly say that the warmth is the one thing that I do miss about Florida. It never got cold enough to require gloves there. Here... I actually need winter gloves if I'm going to try to work on my car from now on. What a difference two states make. I don't remember last year being this fiercely cold, but this year, it is.

Speaking of Hardeeville, apparently, it's a city of Character:


Hardeeville, SC Train Near City Hall


I took that last week on my way to City Hall and never shared it. Yes, Hardeeville certainly has some interesting characters in it. Yup-yup, there are quite a few characters here, but at least I can say they are helpful. I appreciated the help, especially from the mechanics last week. Shop mechanics usually don't want to help backyard sort-of mechanics, especially if they are female... and black. Oh, no no no no no. Lol, but I thank the Heavenly Father for sending that assistance for that rear exhaust last week. I could not have put that back on myself because it literally took several men to do it. 

People ask me all the time where I learned to work on cars. Honestly, I don't know. It started with cell phones and then it progressed to, "I wonder if I can tinker with something bigger." And like I said before, I got tired of mechanics lying to me and taking the little bit of money that I had. I felt that it was time for me to dig in and see exactly what the fudge was going on. 

I watched a lot of mechanics do different things in videos, and then I tried to do the same thing. So far, everything has been successful, but this here is a big job. I'm learning a lot of stuff as I go along like what NOT to do. If it doesn't start back up, I'll know exactly why. I might just break it back down again if it doesn't and start from scratch with all the right tools. I don't know, but I'm going to keep the faith about this. I believe it will start. Run? I don't know, but I think it will at least say hello to us and let us know it's still alive. 


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What to Do When Someone Calls You Ugly

Written by Timiarah Camburn. 

A few days ago, I read the story of someone who had literally let another person's comments about her looks tear her apart. This person was an ex that she had dated at one point in time. He contacted her on Facebook and called her ugly for no good reason. Apparently, he had a fetish for ugly people, was ashamed of it, and felt like telling her years after they broke up. Why else would someone call another person ugly after dating them? Silly, right?

Well, this poor girl took it to heart. She said she felt like crap and didn't even want to go outside or be around other people anymore because a mean-spirited ex said that to her. That story, which you can read here, and a recent incident in which someone randomly called me ugly, compelled me to say some words on the matter from a biblical and personal angle. This is for anyone who has had that happen to them at any time in his or her life.

Tell Them to Look Elsewhere

As my grandfather used to say, "If someone calls you ugly, tell them to look at their mother."

Okay, wait. Maybe Pop-Pop's solution wasn't that great after all, but it sure was funny. Seriously, if someone says that you're ugly, you can always call them crazy for continuing to look at you. If you're not appealing to their eyes, then they need to turn them to someone else instead of expecting you to "do something to yourself" to make yourself more appealing to them. If that's a different woman, so be it. If that woman happens to be their mother... all righty then, lol. Whatever. Don't let something like that bother you is what I'm saying. For every one jerk who thinks you're ugly, there are at least two other human beings who will appreciate something about your features and attributes.

No One Is Ugly as Far as "God" Is Concerned

Psalm 139:14 says: I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

To be fearfully and wonderfully made is to be made to impress admiration and astonishment, according to old-school Webster's Dictionary. Additionally, if the Father's works are marvellous, then how can His people be any less than that? We're His works.

Isaiah 64:8 says: Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

Yahuah didn't fail the pottery class, okay. He knew exactly what He was doing when He created each person. There were no mistakes in His godly arm strokes. There were no boo-boos with things like skin color, hair texture, body shapes, or anything else. Everyone has come out exactly as He crafted them to be, and He thinks we're all beautiful just the way we are. It's society and people like the above wanker who make other people feel bad about what they look like.

Don't ever listen to sinful humans when it comes to things like your self-esteem and self-image. Listen to the Father. Ask Him to show you what He sees when He looks at you. Once you catch a glimpse, you won't be so inclined to accept and believe untruthful demonic commentary.

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