Funkonovo/Allison's autism Blog

God is present Amidst the barren, broken places I inhabit Called sensory overload, anxiety and depression I must constantly remind myself He is. He is good. He is love. He never changes. He will not leave or forsake me In spite of the darkness That is Satan trying to win another battle A new day is coming No more sin I must   hang in there And not submit to defeat “And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely Jehovah is in this place. And I knew it not.” Genesis 28:16 ASV

I understand when non-believers ask me why bad things happen to good people. I am newer at being saved by grace than I am at being autistic, but I am willing to practice patience and educate people. That patience is lost when people yell and use sarcasm, taking out on me what I presume they mean toward God. I haven't quite mastered how to shake the bully syndrome I've been caught in since grade school. I comfort my frightened, inner child by ripping my attacker a new ass hole. Then, of course, I feel bad. I realize I am sinful and live in a sin-laden world. "If your God is so good, then why does He allow evil?" Firstly, since you yelled at me, the conversation is over. Insulting me will result in shut out. If you are autistic and have done this, I have to ask if things like empathy and tolerance only apply when it concerns only you . Secondly, God isn't mine. I am His . Thirdly, and I am sorry, but-there are no "good" people. I know that...