When will I belong to a family, God?

When will I find rest for my weary soul?

When will I know your love in my mind?

When will my past struggles with this disorder no longer hinder me from being accepted as a legitimate part of your church? A church you say is meant to love with your grace?

Was it grace they met at the altar; the kind that suspends judgement and gives undeserved kindness in place of hate?

How long will I be judged for a broken mind that I cannot make unwind?

My thoughts rush through my mind and mouth causing havoc all around. Still, I know you love me and extend grace in place of hate. Help, me, God to hold fast to you and embrace the help you’ve placed in my life to build stability in my mind.

I am not an illness.

I am not taboo.

I am your child, seeking your grace in place of hate, in place of disgrace, and especially from your heart of love within the family of God.

Ephesians 2:19 (Passion Translation) So, you are not foreigners or guests, but rather you are the children of the city of the holy ones, with all the rights as family members of the household of God.