The things people say that tear me down are like little pepples that peck at me. I get hit with another one and the fat from the old ones rise to the top. It is not that I never got over those things before, but that the pebbles of hurt are difficult to forget. Trying not to be torn up by such small things. I realize I can be too sensitive because I have fat in my heart. At times like this I have to remind myself again that those things can be "worked together for good" by God. I have to recognize that someone else's wrong does not have to become my wrong too. I can choose to forgive. I can ask God to help me forget bettter. Maybe this is a tearing down of spirit. Okay then God, I need that way of escape you promised so that I can go back to studing and pleasing you.
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo
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