[this chic is all kinds of batshit. she definitely has a jesus complex, thinks she's a prophet and she's oppressed by other christians]

Over the years I have been labeled a "firestarter", "difficult"...any other name that can apply to that - because I have asked for Biblical authority and Christian authenticity. Yes, I do fail - I fall short like anyone else. But when my husband saw this definition of "propecy" he saw in me someone who had no problem bringing the truth of Scripture to others, who willingly allowed God to work through her by way of Biblical truth, who had no outlandish prophecies but offered insight as to how current events were propelling the world towards the End Times and that changes needed to be made in people's lives because time was short, someone who was incisive, clear, particularly controversial (to those who didn't want to receive Biblical truth), who could see the need for unity within the Body of Christ when no one else wanted to or could and someone who never seems to lack the ability to tell it like it is. This is how my husband saw me and often times it blew him away.

To everyone else though...I was either responding because of my bipolar disorder or because I was a heretic, a false prophet. I didn't realize I was doing anything wrong by simply saying, "Hey - this definition of prophecy fits me."

Do I go around saying I am a prophet? No. Humility won't let me. But when the shoe fits, I wear it, just not as pubicly as I used to. I don't even ever think of myself as a prophet...but when I tell my family and friends they need to honor God, support Israel and that time is short...all too quickly I am reminded of the gifts God has given me and that my sufferings are for His glory because they tell me I am crazy, cast me aside and make me feel the sting of all the shunning and ostracising by each of the churches listed above all over again. Have I given up? What do you think...