Standing on the Promises...

Times change. Things change. People change.

Change is needed for growth; physical, mental and spiritual growth. I personally believe that change is good when it’s meant to be good.

I also believe that some things will never change and that is also good.

The world we live in today has changed significantly, from just a few years ago.

I have had to make many, many changes in my lifetime. There are some things about myself that I will never change. Ever. Physically , mentally and spiritually, will always be the same as far as my own, personal being is concerned.

I will always be proud of being a Christian.

I will never be ashamed of being white.

I believe there are only two genders.

I believe marriage is meant for a man and a woman.

I believe in and support the right to bear arms as they do save lives.

I believe America is great.

I do not believe freedom is free without the sacrifices of others.

I do believe black lives matter.

I believe blue lives matter.

I believe all lives matter.

I am only responsible for my actions, not the actions of my ancestors or anyone else.

I believe in second chances but I also believe in the death penalty.

I believe that people can change.

I also know that God is real.

I also fully believe that it is okay to disagree with someone without being angry or causing them harm.

I have no hate in my heart. If your opinions or beliefs are different from mine I will not judge you or condemn you. We are the same in blood and flesh. Our hearts and minds may be different but I respect you as a human being.

Most importantly, I believe the Bible is the living word of God and I will keep standing on his promises.

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