Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind. As I hope. . .
There are good ones and there are those who kill. I think the only reason why people hold onto memories is because memories are the only things that don't change when everyone else does, it even changed me.
Funny how it could make you smile when flashes of childhood foretold, how you lost your tooth, how you won the silliest game...But morose comes crawling when the hurtful words mumble in your mind, horrific scenes you dread are visualized, shadows of what seemed to make you now creeps in.
But the worst of it all are memories of b
I have been wounded, like most of the married women, not many knew but we managed to overcome all the gory memories and I went to the place of forgiveness. In the midst of all the pain and trauma, there are some silver linings the Lord weaves in.
Someone asked me,"Why have you decided to blog?" Hmmm, you know what I told her, "To be honest, it's personal and I don't want to go into details, but I love doing it now!"
I guess this blog answers that.
I have read this in a book, and I find it somewhat helps relieve some pain. It told me to visualize I am on the top of a bridge with a bungee cord hooked to my ankles. My troubles and pains pushed me off the bridge emotionally. Everything I knew to be true was false. I mean everything!
Now, my job is to find peace while I am plunging toward the ground. As I was reminded...God is my bungee cord. He is with me and will prevent me from crashing. He is the hope that when the fall is over, I am held tightly and secure. God will reel me in and again I will stand on the bridge looking down at my past life - always remembering the fall, but not destroyed by it. In the meantime, I have to realize the ground is a long way away and the fall may take time. But someday I will stand again above it all. I pray everyday that God gives me peace because some days I can't find it. Cry if you need to cry....yell if you need to yell...and get made if you need too.... Get it out in the open so you can see it, reflect upon it, and change it. Keeping the hurt inside and pretending you're OK will not help heal your brokenness.
I feel so sad for anyone who has to go through this. It is difficult and the fall is not fun. Learn what you can, rediscover yourself, and trust in God. Time will heal all wounds - but it takes patience.
A new beginning, ending the disturbingly painful pasts.
In the rebuilding process a new, truer marriage is often built to replace the old one, which was often marked by emotional imbalances. When a marriage is torn apart and built up again from the ground up, the exposure of faults and weaknesses that were hidden before can foster deeper communication that didn’t exist before, binding the couple together in new and wonderful ways. There is hope; as the Lord has been setting men free from sins of all kinds since the beginning of time, so has He brought many marriages back from the dead. I’ve been privileged to see some of His work, both in my marriage and in the marriage of others.
We worked hard and still working hard for it. On the road to rebuilding the bridge and breaking the walls, we went to places, away from all the burdens, talking about us and how we can improve our lives where the family benefits from it all. Another night of pure bliss, after all, there is still hope...
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|New Year's Celebration Cake from PAD|
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