For eight years, my father and I have been fighting each other. Some people might call this insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I call it my reality. The years of fighting culminated tonight when my father explained that I must be out of the house by Thursday at noon. Upon requests to talk about it, I was greated with a simple Nope.
Saying that I'm faultless for this would be far from the truth. My parents are moving next week and need help. I have not offered to help. I should have. Since I don't seem to be interested in helping move, it would seem reasonible that I'd be in the way, thus my presence in the house is a nuisance. Thus, I'm not allowed to be in the house.
I have places to go, but that isn't the point. This is unhealthy. This needs to be dealt with. I don't want to end up (more) estranged from my family. I'm already bad enough at communicating.
Tammie, the staff worker for InterVarsity Christian Fellowship at Lynchburg College and Randolph-Macon Woman's College warned the up-and-coming leadership group that the devil would do all he can to prevent us from completing our mission at our school. I believe this is part of his attacks on me.
Satan, listen up. You will not win. Christ will not let you win. We will fight you and Christ will be glorified. I will not give in to your attacks.
Prayer would be appreciated from whomever is willing. I would like to reconcile with my father; I would like to communicate better with my family; and I would like to glorify Christ by serving Him at LC. Thanks.
